August 25, 2022
The Weight of Rain
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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Reflections
August 24, 2022
Echoes in the Stone
The walls remember. They hold the weight of footsteps long since faded into the dust. We walk through these corridors, thinking we...
August 23, 2022
The Geometry of Hunger
There is a specific silence that follows the final bite of a meal shared with someone who is no longer at the...
