Drift
The Navigator
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Drift
Adrift
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Drift
Dormant
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Drift
Transition
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Drift
Bare
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Drift
Motel
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Drift
Incision
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Drift
Chase
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Drift
Creatures
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Drift
Smush
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Drift
Me + Them
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Drift
Driving Rain
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Drift
Ready or Knot
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Drift
Stay
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Drift
Skin
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Drift
Once Held, 2014
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Drift
Mother's
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Drift
Midsummer
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Drift
December
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Drift
Pointed Light
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Drift
Safe
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Drift
Away
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Drift
Teen Idol
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Drift
Manhattan, 2 Cherries
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Drift
Fur
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Drift
Blur
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Drift
Flex
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Drift
Spill
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Drift
Longing
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Drift
Beat
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Drift
Terra Firma
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Drift
Tools
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Drift
Shine
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Drift
Elsewhere
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Drift
Not Forgotten
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Drift
Gliding Through Dusk
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Drift
After Hours
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Drift
Heart Lines
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Drift
Burn
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DRIFT
We crave stillness, but move about aimlessly. Once a place of relative calm and routine, our home teeters in a state of fluid negotiation. All of the players are in flux. It’s a study in contrasts: manly muscle and sagging skin, lustrous hair and graying beards, water and wine, devotion and drift.
By midlife, we’ve begun to accept our own inevitable deterioration. Mortality looms, our time here precious. We lose parts of ourselves, in much the same way as we surely lose the people who surround us – through death, through life, through drift.
Our children evolve, their circles ever expanding. They spill forth in every direction, breaking boundaries while we remain. They will never need us as they once did, when life was new.
Like water, smoke, and shadow, the force of circumstance buoys us along. There is darkness here. We drift.