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Step one: locate your warmest mitts n’ boots, not the fancy ones you wears to church, or the mitts that your nan made you with her only ball of hot pink… more ›
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Picture this. You’re walking down a freshly groomed trail in winter, it’s a crystal-clear calm night, just below freezing. Your breath dissipates in the air. It smells like Christmas and… more ›
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The mist lingered on top of the water for 15 minutes longer today. He took another sip of coffee and rocked slowly in his chair on the front deck of… more ›
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The sunlight tangoed across the dusty dashboard. Her fingers tapped to the tune of “Crazy,” by Patsy Cline. “No one sings it quite like you Patsy,” she said aloud to… more ›
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No one could find the edge of her heart – truth is, there were no edges. The love she had for everyone and everything was infinite.. and it was reciprocated. I don’t know… more ›
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I caught you eyeing me too many times to count, and all I could do was smile. Looking back now, did you ever think the girl you met at the… more ›
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The night fell like a black cloak surrounding the bay. The snow glistens on the mountain tops from beneath the glow of the rising moon. A polar bear and her… more ›
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I was thinking tonight, as I was trying desperately to fall asleep, about a skidoo trip that my Dad and I took when I was 14-15 years old. We took… more ›
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I feel the need to make comment about a recent situation that has made national headlines. A 14-year-old boy from Makkovik Labrador who went missing on his snowmobile and was… more ›
Colour of Outdoors by Mandy Ford 