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  …rememberingthe time you, only twenty, a first-aid manin a mill town, delivered a baby up north,that slipperiness, the shout the baby gavewhen he took i...

  Walking through a hayfield in south Saskatchewan, and sage fills my head, and bromegrass and timothy—leaning toward autumn—have turned rust-brown....

  Because this is a world I didn’t make, and it is real, and the realer it feels, the more mysterious; because one day, walking with my dad on a willow-lined tr...

  For the people of Jasper, Alberta.For a friend who has heard hard news, and said, “It was like a bomb going off.”For you, children of our unfinished creation,...