Reflections

August 17, 2022

There is a quiet rhythm to walking with another person, a shared cadence that transcends the need for conversation. We move through...

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August 17, 2022

The smell of wet soil always brings me back to the garden after a storm. It is a heavy, metallic scent, like...

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August 16, 2022

The smell of old paper always brings me back to the attic of my childhood home. It is a dry, sweet scent,...

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