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Susan looked out the window of the sleeper cabin room on the Via Rail train. Her aqua eyes took in the astonishing Ontario Autumn colors of the trees the further North she had gone. The 29 year old woman brushed her red hair back from her…
Read More →From above everything seems close to nowhere. The steps, the dreams and hopes, the bus station or the bus itself seem to take us nowhere. The Globe itself seems to spin with a ferocious redundancy in a vicious cycle. * I know that I…
Read More →Le faineant se leve au coucher du soleil, a l'heure ou les ombres s'etirent dans la rue, le visage pale, les cheveaux en desordre sur le front. Comme d'habitude, a la tombee de la nuit, il s'approche du miroir en trainiant les pieds. Il…
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