July 18, 2020
The Weight of Being
The smell of cold iron always brings me back to the train station of my childhood, where the air tasted of wet...
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Reflections
July 18, 2020
The Weight of What Remains
It is 3:14 am. The house is holding its breath, and for once, I am not trying to fill the silence with...
July 17, 2020
The Sweetness of Slowing Down
I burned my toast this morning. It was a small, stupid mistake, the kind that happens when you are trying to do...