“Life itself is but the shadow of death, and souls departed but the shadows of the living.” Thomas Browne There is only a sliver of the sun peaking above the crest of the mountains. For the past thirty minutes, I have been watching this disc of light descend, slowly closing the gap between itself and the… read more
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The morning starts with a gentle breeze. The sun peeks above the horizon and begins its ascent into a cloudless blue sky, flooding the air with warmth, fueling invisible particles of oxygen and nitrogen with heat that cause them to swirl and form the wind that would later slow my progress. This transition from darkness… read more
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