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Caged Flame
It was Saturday afternoon and for the first time in a week there was nary a spot of snow in my backyard. We had some pork loin marinating in the refrigerator and my wife was all “I was just going to cook it in the oven but if it’s nice enough out there you could
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Beaver Watchers
We run hills on Wednesday evening, and in a prairie city full of creeks and a river valley, the only proper hills are where the roads and paths cross the water. It is not surprising then that our hill training brings us close up to nature, the bottom of our training hill being a bridge
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firewood
the fate of a tree brings a curious twiststarting as seed on wind, through misttucked into the soilspattered with rainsprouting and growing new heights to attainshrugging snow, budding leafbasking summers often briefsunlit evenings casting long shadowsbrilliant colours before even more snowsyear after year, decades pass, seasons withdrawuntil fate arrives as a windor a flameor a
