The Hiker and the Hawk

When light and shade reach a high contrast, the heat burns the weeds, and the pebbles crackle under the soles of the boots of a young ornithologist, his face and arms tanned by a merciless desert sun


On the Other Side of Waking

She never had trouble falling asleep. Head to pillow, lights low, she could be out in a matter of minutes. But Rosa always woke up, deep in the night while the house was quiet...

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