consider josie and jamie two girls so harmless they could serve on your neighbourhood watch squad. but when parrysh zephrys asked them to move so that he could park his car more easily (they were queuing in front of the ice cream parlour ably named ‘gross palace’ a favourite teenage hangout) with the words: ladies, …
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ghosts on the ice
well, did you know that i am the grandchild of an inuit shaman? we lived in newfoundland then, close to the edge of the ice. there were any number of ghosts there. no, not just stories, the real thing. there were shiny spectres, spiritual bums, ancient heroes, and also some ancestors with unfinished ends hanging …
February 15, 2009 – 12:38 pm
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Tagged bear, family, ghost, ice, inuit, newfoundland, shaman, tigress, tribe
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