September 10, 2020
The Weight of Unspoken Vows
It is 3:14 am, and the silence in this room has a texture. It feels like the heavy, velvet stillness of a...
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Reflections
September 9, 2020
The Breath of High Places
The air at high altitudes has a specific texture, thin and sharp, like cold silk against the back of the throat. I...
September 8, 2020
The Color of Memory
I remember a drive through the high plains of Wyoming, somewhere near Laramie, where the sun began to dip and the entire...