Reflections

July 26, 2021

The smell of rain on hot asphalt always brings me back to the city at night, when the air turns thick with...

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July 25, 2021

There is a quiet, heavy truth in the way we look at things that are broken. We often approach the damaged with...

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July 25, 2021

I remember sitting on the edge of a wooden dock in late August, watching my grandfather try to mend a frayed rope....

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