August 3, 2019
The Weight of Winter
I keep a small, dried sprig of lavender inside the pages of a book I rarely open. It was plucked years ago,...
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Reflections
August 3, 2019
The Silence Between Peaks
I often think that the most honest parts of a city are not the squares or the monuments, but the edges where...
August 2, 2019
The Geometry of Sustenance
In the quiet hours of the afternoon, when the house settles into its own rhythm, I often find myself thinking about the...