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“We dry and die in the sun / While the seascape arranges old fruit, / Coming in and the tide, glistening / At noon.” — Weldon Kees
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“Sun, you hammer of yellow, / you hat on fire, / you honeysuckle mama, / pour your blonde on me!” ―Anne Sexton
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“When people went on vacation, they shed their home skins, thought they could be a new person.” ―Aimee Friedman
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“Hot weather opens the skull of a city, exposing its white brain, and its heart of nerves, which sizzle like the wires inside a lightbulb. And there exudes a sour extra-human smell that makes the very stone seem flesh-alive, webbed and pulsing.” ―Truman Capote
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“We thread our way through a moving forest of ice-cream cones and crimson thighs.” ―Jean-Dominique Bauby

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“Because there’s nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline, no matter how many times it’s sent away.” — Sarah Kay

My writing and photography has appeared in The Ringer, VICE, Roads & Kingdoms, The Margins, and elsewhere. I’m currently at work on a book about Anna May Wong.

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