Reflections

December 13, 2022

There is a particular rhythm to the evening when the sun begins to retreat behind the harbor walls and the air turns...

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December 13, 2022

I keep a small, chipped ceramic bowl in the back of my cupboard, its glaze worn thin by decades of use. It...

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December 12, 2022

I keep a small, tarnished brass mortar and pestle on my kitchen shelf, its surface worn smooth by the friction of a...

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