Month: September 2012

Wet touch.

Liquid lines around the shore; Wet touch. A stranger until we’re in danger. Light dances across the water – following a plane. Seven lights blink, not in sync, broken across the bay. The smell of tobacco stains the air. Breathing-in and out-heart unmatched; rhythm. Toe tapping. Gravel scraping. A headlight shines through the musk of…

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Labour day weekend

This post has obviously been delayed. Last weekend I took a trip back home to spend time with my family, I had an extra day off work and therefore an extra day that could be used for travel. I left Goose Bay at 12 p.m. and arrived in St. Lewis 6 p.m. Not too bad.…

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