Reflections

November 1, 2020

It is 3:15 am. The house has stopped settling, and the silence has become a physical weight, pressing against the glass. This...

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November 1, 2020

There is a specific quality to the light on a mid-August afternoon when the humidity settles, turning the air into a thick,...

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November 1, 2020

I keep a small, silver thimble in my desk drawer that belonged to my grandmother. It is worn smooth at the tip,...

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