Reflections

August 25, 2022

There is a specific quality to the light in the late afternoon, just before the sun begins its final descent, when the...

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August 25, 2022

When I was seven, my mother told me that rain was just the sky trying to wash the dust off the world....

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August 24, 2022

The walls remember. They hold the weight of footsteps long since faded into the dust. We walk through these corridors, thinking we...

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