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.
I’m Not Happy
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I’m Not Happy There may come a day when I’ll like peopleAs much as magnolia
blossoms in May,But I don’t think it will be this year. I know this because
I w...
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