April 7, 2021
The Salt on the Skin
The memory of summer is not a sight; it is the sting of salt drying on my shoulders and the sudden, sharp...
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Reflections
April 7, 2021
The Weight of Distance
I often think of the things we leave behind on the edges of maps, those quiet outposts where the pavement gives way...
April 7, 2021
The Rhythm of Unbound Breath
The smell of dry grass, crushed and sun-baked, clings to my skin long after the wind has passed. It is a sharp,...