ALONE ON A WINDY RIDGE
whisperings ~ mumblings ~ gusts
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Canada's war poet experiences rocket attack
...
and as the sirens sounded
I was likely sleeping, maybe dreaming about Atwood's
The Year of the Flood
. I'm halfway through and hearing sirens of a different sort.
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