Reflections

September 30, 2019

I keep a pressed daisy inside a heavy dictionary, its stem brittle as a dry twig and its once-white petals turned to...

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September 29, 2019

There is a specific, heavy stillness that descends just before the sky decides to release its burden. It is not the sharp,...

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September 29, 2019

The air in late summer has a specific thickness, like velvet pressed against the skin. I remember walking home through streets that...

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