Reflections

August 28, 2022

There is a specific, brittle sound to things that have been forgotten. It is the dry rasp of paper against skin, the...

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August 27, 2022

There is a specific weight to the air after a long, soaking rain, a heaviness that settles into the soil and turns...

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August 26, 2022

It is 3:15 am, and the house has finally stopped settling. In the dark, the mind does not look for movement; it...

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