Reflections

September 7, 2024

I remember sitting on a rusted jetty in the Sundarbans, watching a local fisherman mend his nets as the tide pulled the...

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September 7, 2024

I keep a pressed sprig of lavender inside a heavy, leather-bound ledger, its scent long since surrendered to the dust of decades....

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September 7, 2024

When a sapling first breaks through the forest floor, it does not possess the rigid architecture of the mature oak; it is...

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