November 16, 2019
The Weight of Small Steps
I keep a small, rusted iron key in a velvet pouch, though I have long forgotten which door it once opened. It...
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November 16, 2019
The Weight of Attachment
When a banyan tree sends down its aerial roots, they dangle in the open air, searching for the soil. They are thin,...
November 16, 2019
The Weight of Stilled Time
I often find myself wandering the backstreets of memory, looking for the places where the noise of the present finally goes quiet....