August 30, 2019
The Weight of Passing Through
I keep a small, rusted iron key in my desk drawer that no longer opens any door I know. It is heavy...
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August 30, 2019
The Weight of Still Water
The smell of rain on sun-baked stone is a scent that pulls the marrow from my bones. It is a heavy, metallic...
August 30, 2019
The Ritual of Sustenance
There is a quiet holiness in the way we prepare to nourish ourselves. Before the hunger is satisfied, there is a season...