Reflections

October 4, 2024

I keep a small, silver thimble in a velvet-lined box, a relic from a grandmother who spent her life mending what the...

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October 4, 2024

I have always been suspicious of the idea that nature is a place of peace. We project that onto it, don’t we?...

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October 4, 2024

The light that filters into a tunnel is never the light of the open sky. It is a bruised, filtered thing, stripped...

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