Reflections

November 2, 2022

There is a specific quality to the light in a room that has been emptied of noise, a thin, silver-grey clarity that...

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November 2, 2022

When I was seven, my mother told me that if I swallowed a watermelon seed, a vine would grow inside my stomach....

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October 31, 2022

To walk is to leave a mark, however temporary. We move through the woods, convinced that the trail belongs to us, that...

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