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Ten. A number that fits easily in the palm of a hand. Or a row of small, bare feet on the earth. We spend our lives counting. We count the years. We count the losses. We count the distance between where we are and where we wish to be. But there is a space between […]
Gravity is a constant, yet we spend our lives trying to negotiate with it. We run, we jump, we push our bodies into the empty space between the ground and the sky, hoping for a second of suspension. It is a brief rebellion. For that heartbeat, the earth loses its claim on us. We are […]
There is a specific quality to the air just before a storm breaks, a heavy, pressurized stillness that seems to hold the weight of everything that has not yet happened. It is a moment of suspension, where the atmosphere feels thick enough to lean against. We spend so much of our lives waiting for the […]