November 26, 2024
The Bread We Break
I found a dusty box of old polaroids under my bed this morning. There was one of my brother and me, sitting...
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Reflections
November 26, 2024
The Quiet Threshold of Wonder
There is a specific kind of stillness that arrives when a person turns a page. It is a folding of the world,...
November 25, 2024
The Weight of a Soft Breath
I keep a small, frayed leather collar in the bottom drawer of my desk, the metal buckle worn smooth by years of...