Reflections

January 8, 2020

I often find myself lingering near the old iron gates of the botanical gardens in the city center, watching how the moss...

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January 7, 2020

Why do we insist on capturing the things that are meant to vanish? There is a peculiar melancholy in the way we...

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January 7, 2020

My grandmother kept a chipped ceramic bowl in the pantry that was reserved for nothing but summer berries. She didn’t care for...

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