July 31, 2020
The Salt-Stained Threshold
There is a specific kind of hunger that only the edge of the world can satisfy. We spend our lives building walls,...
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July 30, 2020
The Mismatched Path
When I was seven, my uncle Silas wore his heavy work boots to a wedding. They were caked in dried red clay...
July 30, 2020
The Weight of a Tool
When I was ten, my grandfather gave me his old brass compass. It was heavy, cold to the touch, and smelled faintly...