Reflections

September 13, 2022

I keep a small, dried sprig of lavender pressed between the pages of a ledger from my grandfather’s shop. It has lost...

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September 12, 2022

We often speak of the city as a human construct, a rigid grid of concrete and glass designed to contain our ambitions....

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September 11, 2022

I spent twenty minutes this morning just watching the dust motes dance in a sliver of sunlight hitting my kitchen floor. I...

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