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I Am

I am the sound of coffee beans grinding in the minutes before dawn breaks The smell of chile roasting, tumbling above the flames The...

Where is that Damn Book?

When I picked it up, I felt the familiar sensation of the thick, dry pages rustling underneath my fingers. It awakened in me that...

Outside My Window

The mid-morning sun barrels through the window onto the table, refracting through the stems of last night’s empty wine glasses. Shadows...

That Winter Aesthetic

The main road that stretches through town is empty, yet still freshly paved as you walk down the sidewalk, salt crunching beneath your...

Accidental Time Capsules

We’ve all heard of a time capsule. You build it. Find a sturdy box. Fill it with childhood memories. Bury it. Dig it up twenty years...

The Power of Collective Grief

Reflecting on the loss of the Great Ruth Bader Ginsburg. The trails she blazed have helped to shape the country as we know it. Her work...

When the Sunflowers Fall

Cool air. The sun hangs lower in the sky. Cloudy mornings with a perfectly brewed cup of coffee. A light breeze ushers in potential for...

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