December 1, 2020
The Weight of Distance
I keep a small, smooth stone in my desk drawer, pulled from a riverbed I visited when I was far too young...
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November 29, 2020
The Snap of Green
The first bite of a summer apple is a sound before it is a taste. It is a sharp, clean crack that...
November 27, 2020
The Sharpness of Morning
I remember a market stall in the backstreets of Lisbon where the air always smelled of damp stone and bruised citrus. It...