Reflections

July 1, 2022

We often mistake the city for its steel and glass, forgetting that the most honest document of our existence is found in...

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July 1, 2022

In the desert, they say the wind has a way of erasing the path behind you, leaving you with nothing but the...

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July 1, 2022

I keep a pressed wildflower inside a heavy dictionary, its petals now the color of old parchment and brittle as a secret....

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