Reflections

December 26, 2020

The salt marsh is a master of transition, a place where the terrestrial earth yields to the rhythmic pulse of the sea....

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December 25, 2020

I keep a small, rusted tin box on my desk that once held sewing needles, though now it holds only the dry,...

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December 25, 2020

I often find myself standing at the edge of the canal in Venice or watching the slow, dark swirl of tea leaves...

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