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Leather soled oxfords confidently stride across the glassy surface of a marble floor. The rhythmic clap of heels in the party is barely audible, overpowered by a thundering cacophony of hand claps. Every step towards the mahogany doors that rest ahead intensifies the roar generated on the other side. The […]

Peace be Still

Closed Doors Open Doors
Closed Doors, Open Doors I remember summer days growing up in Saint Louis. During the week, my mom would take my brother and me around the city. She liked the zoo. I liked the bird aviary. I can close my eyes today and still see the textured concrete path that snaked […]

Closed Doors, Open Doors

Underneath A face worn with anxiety, stares back into the eyes of its beholder like a murky ghost. The silent, glassy surface of the water frames the spectacle that is both sublime and haunting. The king stares into the basin of water, beholding a face that paints worry and fear — […]