Reflections

November 17, 2020

There is a particular, brittle clarity that arrives only when the temperature drops low enough to snap the air into stillness. In...

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November 16, 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 16, 2020

There is a specific quality to the light in late autumn that feels heavy, as if the air itself has grown dense...

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