#softworlds
what the hell am i doing on granville street and other frequently asked questions in the crushing hell of downtown
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a practice in (re)claiming the past
on a letter to my momma
i lived on one of the gulf islands for several years as a kid, today i remember the brightest night skies, roads lit only by moonlight, wool sweaters rain jackets and the sounds gum boots made hitting mud
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