Reflections

May 15, 2020

I keep a small, tarnished silver tea tray in my kitchen, its surface etched with the faint, circular ghosts of cups that...

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May 14, 2020

I remember sitting in my grandmother’s kitchen in Leeds, the linoleum cold under my feet, waiting for the kettle to whistle. She...

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May 14, 2020

We often speak of nature as something that exists only in the absence of us. We imagine it as a distant, untouched...

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