Reflections

February 12, 2020

I spent this morning trying to reach the top shelf in my kitchen. I was standing on my tiptoes, stretching my fingers,...

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February 11, 2020

The smell of cold glass against a forehead is a specific kind of loneliness. It is the scent of damp wool and...

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February 11, 2020

I keep a small, smooth river stone in the pocket of my winter coat, a weight I often find myself rubbing between...

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