Reflections

November 18, 2024

Why do we assume that the most profound truths are hidden in the grandest gestures? We spend our lives looking for meaning...

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November 18, 2024

When I was seven, my grandmother would hold a slice of orange up to the kitchen window. She told me to look...

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November 17, 2024

I found myself lingering near the iron gates of a small park in the 11th arrondissement yesterday, watching the wind rearrange the...

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