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When Wings Turn into Stone
Read more: When Wings Turn into StoneThe Atlantic coast speaks in a language of tides and time. Walking along the shore, I stumbled upon these magnificent rock layers, a sudden geology of feathers frozen in mid-flight. I looked up, searching the sky for seagulls, and found a solitary bird gliding effortlessly just above these massive, breathless formations. The contrast was a…
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The Pond
Read more: The PondWhat place in the world do you never want to visit? Why? We have built a monument to the end of movement. In this grey expanse, the horizon is not a line of possibility but a wall of wet wool and weary shoulders. Here, the very concept of a path has been erased by the…
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Right of Left ?
Read more: Right of Left ?The Sextant’s Pivot: Navigating by What is Left to Fill the Hole of Wrong. In the geography of wholeness, we are often told to follow a compass that only points toward Right. We treat Wrong like a cliff’s edge a place of finality, a wreckage to be abandoned.But a compass only works on solid ground.…