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show me your words
So now that my weekly word-blogging has begun, perhaps some of you would like to start using those words? In a poem perhaps? You could speak of the bimarian quality of Canada (that word is next week, folks) or what is vanmost on your mind when you think of this Great White North. You could…
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The Smell of Hope in the Morning
We’ve come to the end of an era, my friends. Not a particularly lovely era. A dark age, to be precise. We’ve come through the night and a new day has dawned, bright and shining (and misty in Nanaimo) — a new day, and we can have hope again, because change has come. He’s human,…