July 4, 2021
The Weight of Petals
Morning arrives in layers. First, the gray. Then, the slow gold of the river. We carry things into the day, heavy with...
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Reflections
July 3, 2021
The Quietude of Distance
Seneca once remarked that travel cannot make us better if we carry our own restless minds with us, yet he also acknowledged...
July 2, 2021
The River’s Quiet Morning
I often find myself wandering the labyrinthine alleys of my own memory, tracing the steps of cities I have never visited but...