In search of pasture, a place to lie down in.Back to the mother breastor a dream of return
They say leap-year babiesare out-of-time, moony. I’m reallyjust two, closer to the womb
An iceberg had drifted deep into White Bay, near the hamlet of Sop’s Arm, and was stuck there, depreciating quickly in the mild summer waters. Ed Kean and I were riding up to claim it. This was Newfoundland in June, where every summer the...
