Spring snow.

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Reminder / Coming Soon!

LET'S HEAR IT FOR KITIMAT! Woke to snow and being easily gladdened began to smile. Too late in the year to hope for a blizzard that might permanently bury the city but a fresh start nonetheless. Later, in the afternoon reading Wallace Stevens came bright fishes - on the second page a few lines making sense before nodding off: Small fishes gleam, Blood-red and hue Of shadowy blue, ... The snow was mostly gone by then.

 
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