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By Duncan Mercredi

You get those moments, you just want to open the door, kick off the shoes, run through the grass, you find yourself in another time, another place, you find yourself drifting, fingers feeling the coolness of the water, you look up watch the face making clouds float away with someone you know, you feel the smoothness of the stones on the soles of your feet, you find yourself below in the  cold clear water, so silent you can hear the river breath, you find yourself stepping into the soft coolness of the muskeg, looking behind you watch your footprints disappear, you find yourself in a room, city noise drift in, car goes by, a dog barks, two young women walk by, the friend tells a story, using her hands and arms for emphasis, I hear music, you find yourself wondering as you write this down, “connection?”

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