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The Imperfection of Memory
I peel the back of the paper away. I have to be painfully patient, but slowly the photocopied image can be seen through the remaining thin layer of paper. Now I have to carefully rub the last of...
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Don’t Fence Me In
“Don’t fence me in. I can’t stand hobbles and I can’t stand fences. Don’t fence me in.” My dad could not carry a tune. This did not stop him from singing. He tunelessly sang this song,...
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When Mountains Shift
“The pale-green moths are pressing against the screen, fluttering, they are dying to get in to press their papery bodies into the light.” - Mary Oliver For every action there is an equal and...
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What My Father Taught Me
At seventeen, I was pretty busy majoring in apathy. As a result, I was barely making it through grade twelve. But I was sure of one thing…I was moving out. Along with two other high school...
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Wandering Into Discoveries
“Two birds, flying East, hit the night at 3 in the afternoon; stars came out over the badlands, and the billowy snowlands; they floundered on resolving not to turn back in search of lost afternoon;...
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