August 9, 2021
The Weight of a Gaze
I keep a small, rusted key in a velvet pouch, though I have long since forgotten which door it once opened. It...
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August 8, 2021
The Weight of Stone
In the quiet hours before the city fully wakes, there is a particular density to the air, as if the buildings themselves...
August 6, 2021
The Weight of the Horizon
There is a rhythm to the tide that mirrors the slow, steady rise and fall of a resting chest. We often look...