Living, Alone
Finished. I walk to the shed, flick the axe inside, and my gloves, hat, boots, then run in my socks to the cabin, feet surprised by dew that's not quite ice.
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| Published in | Globe and mail |
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| Format | Newspaper Article |
| Language | English |
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Toronto, Ont
The Globe and Mail
22.04.1995
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| Summary: | Finished. I walk to the shed, flick the axe inside, and my gloves, hat, boots, then run in my socks to the cabin, feet surprised by dew that's not quite ice. |
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| ISSN: | 0319-0714 |