Years

Two since we packed all the stuff and the kids and the cats and hit the road to come here. Didn’t get far as the transmission died in Moncton and I stayed in the Harry Potter room at Magnetic Hill. Eleven I got the gown and didn’t quite give the Queen an oath. Fourteen since a good pal died in a nasty car crash on his way home to the Prairies. Twenty soon since undergrad grad skipping the practice to have eggs on toast at the Ardmore Tea Room on Quinpool. I can still trace the arc of each of these days in my mind.

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