working on it

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Grading days. Lemonade. Shady sunshine. Running low on ink.

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JF morning. Window. Corner stool.

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My Halifax includes Clayton Park.

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Halifax.

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Ontario Street. Summery day.

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They grow on trees.

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Shoes. Cholo.

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Back sky.

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Jet Fuel @ -25.

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Serious companion at meal time.

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Toronto Island ferry. Sunday night.

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Environmentally friendly

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Gravy No other word will do. For that’s what it was. Gravy. Gravy, these past ten years. Alive, sober, working, loving, and being loved by a good woman. Eleven years ago he was told he had six months to live at the rate he was going. And he was going nowhere but down. So he changed his ways somehow. He quit drinking! And the rest? After that it was all gravy, every minute of it, up to and including when he was told about, well, some things that were breaking down and building up inside his head. “Don’t weep for me,” he said to his friends. “I’m a lucky man. I’ve had ten years longer than I or anyone expected. Pure Gravy. And don’t forget it.”

Raymond Carver

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at the market (near Ithaca)

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JetFuel quiet in the back.

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Somewhere in Toronto. With three months to go, Christmas is now one-quarter of the year.