Reflections

February 6, 2020

The shore is a place of constant negotiation. The sea claims, then it yields. We walk the line between what is solid...

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February 6, 2020

I remember sitting in a quiet corner of a local library, watching an elderly man read a newspaper. He wasn’t just scanning...

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February 5, 2020

I keep a small, tarnished silver thimble in my desk drawer, a relic from a grandmother whose hands were always busy with...

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