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A Collection of Souls
Speed is not the same as urgency. We confuse the two at our peril.
Hetal Lakhani
Collective nouns are poetry hiding in plain sight. A murder. A mischief. A school. This poem follows that thread — past the animal kingdom, past the logical, all the way to the ineffable.
The Lost Art of Correspondence
A quiet defense of handwritten letters and tactile communication in an era dominated by instant, fleeting notifications and relentless digital noise.
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