Season’s Holidays
Stranded on a bluff overlooking Puget Sound, across the way from Seattle, WA, I look out onto a garden not frozen still but torn, bent and pulled down into a ghostly, Nordic fantasy scene. Powered by a generator, surrounded by an eclectic crowd of birds busying themselves at
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I’m on the road again: this time it is due east that I flew, to a much colder climate that I landed in, ‘home’ was my destination. Revolving around some speaking engagement in Montréal and Ottawa, my wanderings are turning into the nicest, if early, Christmas holidays with family and friends. Willingly cast away on the family farm for timeless days, I write and read, eat and drink, laugh and chat.
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