Reflections

October 15, 2019

There is a specific ache in the half-formed. I remember the green tomatoes left on the vine when the first frost arrived,...

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October 15, 2019

There is a particular stillness that arrives when the sky turns the colour of wet slate, a flat, even grey that erases...

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October 14, 2019

I remember sitting in a small stone chapel in the hills of Tuscany, long after the tourists had retreated to their buses....

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