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…
** 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…
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…
** Although we miss the regular updates and weekly round-up of our beloved Silver Bloggers’ initiatives, the spirit of this community continues to thrive in each of our…
A little over a month ago, I was looking forward to getting back to my blog and writing on Hive. The things that had taken up my time and attention in recent months had finally…
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