2003-02-20
11:00 a.m.
she's on her way back
It doesn't hurt to breathe! It doesn't! Last night was the most glow-orange-city night I've seen here, with one marked difference from those eery bright nights in Toronto. Cause in Toronto it's endless, that filthy snow-reflecting light-pollution mess of a sky; nights are infinitely bright. But in Halifax, as bright as it might be over downtown, there is a sudden and startling blackness. I thought "smoke! fire!" and then "ocean" and heaved a sigh. Ocean. Where will I be this time next year? the anaesthetic's got her all fired down
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