Reflections

November 16, 2024

In the high alpine, where the soil is thin and the wind is a constant, scouring force, certain wildflowers germinate in the...

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November 15, 2024

We spend our lives folding things. We take a flat, white surface and crease it, hoping to give it the shape of...

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November 13, 2024

The smell of wet earth after a long drought is a heavy, metallic perfume that clings to the back of the throat....

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