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.
Evening Lilac
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Evening Lilac It’s evening now. Outside my windowthe breeze has begun to
gather the perfumeof lilacs after their slow afternoonin the sun, pushing
air over...






















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