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River The crunch of Christmas morning snow punctuates my stroll along the river’s edge, its lazy sprawl toward harbour, all the mysteries of the estuary adrift upon dark arms—rotted log, crumpled maple leaves, a wild duck’s perfect wing cleaved from … Continue reading

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Christmas Morning in Barsby Park

  And behold what appeared, dangling from the ever-dripping trees and shrubs sheltering the city’s homeless each night… And on the back, it was written…                               … Continue reading

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