Fog surrounds every fiber of Saint John this night. The city is quiet. Only the street lights are visible a block away. I look out the deck doors to the trees illuminated by one particular street light; they say nothing yet tell me so much.
I was born and raised here. My mind was elsewhere. It [...]
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are you there??
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Hi I’m here now
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was in the washroom
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sold the apple tree and concord grapevine
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