The stave of memory.

The stave of memory.

** Outside, the Ontario landscape is bathed in that silvery light that only the north can provide. Over the past seventeen years, I have come to realise that Canada’s silence…

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From the Fog to the Frost.

From the Fog to the Frost.

From the Fog to the Frost. I was born in the mid-1950s in Monte Carmelo, a small village nestled in the emerald folds of Cordero, Táchira. In those days, life in the…

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