Reflections

March 3, 2021

We carry our history in the landscape of the skin, a topography mapped by the sun and the slow, persistent erosion of...

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March 3, 2021

I remember a bridge in a small town in Wales where an old man named Elias would stand every Tuesday at dusk....

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March 2, 2021

I often find myself lingering near the entrance of the old market on Rua Augusta, watching the way people carry their burdens....

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