Digital Ghosts

It was a bit like walking into a friend’s home to find they’d unexpectedly moved out, leaving empty shelves, bare walls, and rooms with no furniture.

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I Voted for Quiet Music

We are perched side by side on an upper landing in this barn, floating in the resonant space of music we have never heard so close, have never heard unmediated, have never heard in four-part harmony.

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Master of None

What if our words were less like swords (sharpened, polished) and more like textiles—equally demanding to make, but designed to warm rather than to wound?

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