Reflections

August 17, 2019

I remember a small bakery near the Södermalm district where the windows were perpetually fogged, blurring the grey Stockholm sky into a...

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August 16, 2019

We eat to fill the silence. There is a ritual in the preparation, a slow movement of hands that precedes the hunger....

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August 16, 2019

I keep a pressed daffodil inside a heavy book of poetry, its once-vibrant trumpet now flattened into a translucent, papery ghost. It...

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