Two nights after Christmas. We are somnolent and turkey-stuffed. The booming draws us to the windows, the flashing lights keep us there. Fireworks! With each explosion, the snow covering Lac Brome lights up. The colours are something out of Breughel, bonfires beyond the trees. The frozen world glitters in the sudden light.
See You Where the Orchids Bloom
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See You Where the Orchids Bloom I tell myself now that you’re goneand I
didn’t see you at the endthat you never were one for goodbyesanyways, all
the linge...






















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