Reflections

August 5, 2020

We often mistake the bloom for the entirety of the plant, forgetting the long, dark labor of the roots that hold the...

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August 4, 2020

I often find myself wandering the back alleys of memory, looking for the places where the city’s noise finally drops away. There...

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August 1, 2020

I keep a small, smooth river stone on my desk, worn down by years of being turned over in my palm. It...

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