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Took Sia out this morning before the fog had lifted. She disappeared into the white and came back grinning, like she'd found something in there that I couldn't see. Maybe she did. Dogs know things.

The house is quiet but my head is not. There's a melody in there somewhere, hiding behind the grocery list and that thing I should have said last Tuesday. I pick up the guitar. It's cold. I play a cho…

I've been thinking about velcro lately. Not the actual material — though I maintain it's one of humanity's finest inventions — but the principle of it. Two surfaces that grab onto each other not becau…

The first time they met, neither of them noticed. That's how it works sometimes — the universe lines things up perfectly, and you walk right past it because you're checking your phone or thinking abou…