Reflections

November 19, 2020

The smell of burnt sugar always brings me back to a kitchen I haven’t visited in twenty years. It is a thick,...

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November 18, 2020

It is 3:14 am. The house is holding its breath, and for once, I am not trying to fill the silence with...

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November 18, 2020

In the oldest parts of a city, the air is thick with the sediment of centuries. It is not just dust or...

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