Reflections

January 25, 2021

It is 3:14 am. The house is holding its breath, and I am staring at the dust motes dancing in the sliver...

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January 24, 2021

I keep a small, tarnished silver thimble in the velvet lining of my jewelry box, a relic from a grandmother I never...

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January 24, 2021

There is a specific silence that lives in the hallway of a house after the last guest has left. It is not...

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