Reflections

November 5, 2021

The smell of damp pavement after a sudden Florida rain is thick, like wet wool and crushed clover. It clings to the...

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November 3, 2021

I walked down to the pier tonight just to watch the last of the daylight slip away. It’s a strange habit, I...

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November 2, 2021

There is a particular kind of solitude that only exists in the middle of a crowd. I remember standing on a corner...

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