The silence is what I listen for, if that makes any sense. Driving north, it’s not until the rock cuts north of Gravenhurst that I...
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June 2015 Archives
Waking up to smell the coffee
There’s a raccoon in my attic and she’s got Bette Bandit Eyes
It’s an urban horror story. In the middle of the night it starts, incessant chewing above your head. Then you realize it’s probably on your roof...
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