Reflections

May 2, 2020

The air at high altitude has a specific, sharp taste—like sucking on a clean, river-washed pebble. It is thin and metallic, biting...

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April 30, 2020

There is a moment before the sky breaks when the air turns heavy, pressing against the skin like a damp wool coat....

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April 29, 2020

I often find myself thinking about the people who hold the edges of our lives together—the ones who stand at the doorways...

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