Reflections

August 16, 2020

I spent twenty minutes this morning trying to find my keys, retracing my steps through the hallway and checking the pockets of...

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August 16, 2020

I keep a small, silver thimble in my sewing box that belonged to a woman I never met. It is worn smooth...

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August 16, 2020

Seneca once remarked that a life without a design is a life of wandering, for we are like ships tossed upon a...

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