Reflections

October 13, 2024

Why do we feel the need to mark the passage of time with something as fleeting as sweetness? We build monuments of...

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October 13, 2024

The smell of low tide is a thick, briny blanket. It clings to the back of the throat, tasting of wet silt...

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October 12, 2024

It is 3:14 am. The house is holding its breath, and I am sitting with the version of myself that existed before...

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