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.
Long Silences
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Long Silences When I die, I will not beburied beside youbut we’ll whisperto
each other. I’ll listen for your curious mindin the restless movementof
frost a...






















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