Reflections

November 1, 2019

I keep a pressed leaf inside a heavy dictionary, a brittle scrap of maple that turned the color of a dying sun...

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November 1, 2019

There is a specific grace in the way the day surrenders to the night. It is not a sudden departure, but a...

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November 1, 2019

Is it possible to find liberation in the very things that bind us? We spend our lives constructing walls to keep the...

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