Reflections

November 12, 2019

I keep a small, silver thimble in my desk drawer, its surface worn smooth by decades of rhythmic friction against a needle....

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November 11, 2019

I remember an old iron gate in a garden in Marseille that had been rusted shut for decades. The owner, a woman...

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November 10, 2019

In the quiet hours of the morning, when the house is still settling into its bones, I often watch the vapor trails...

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