Reflections

November 10, 2019

When a river meets the sea, the freshwater does not simply vanish; it creates a brackish layer, a transition zone where the...

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November 10, 2019

The blue ceramic mug that sat on my father’s desk for twenty years is gone. It was chipped at the rim, a...

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November 10, 2019

The air at that height has a sharp, metallic tang, like licking a frozen spoon. It is a thin, brittle thing that...

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