You may never believe it, but this last weekend, a hurricane--or at least a tropical storm--passed over my apartment in Moncton. It was very cold. The wind howled all night. Even when the sun was out did the wind howl.
Now, it is still windy. It rained a bit today. I am unsure if it will ever be sunny again.
In other news, this is difficult. I've finished my first cantica of Evangeline. 33 poems. I am more or less alone all the time. I've met the literary community here. Something is strong missing. My parents will be here in 8 days. Linda in 12. My time.
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and then you come to New York, right? How many days until that? Also, where are you staying?
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