Sunday, 16 July 2017


















It's coming up on 6 in the morning, the air is still foggy, and last night's full moon has yet to set over the small tent city that's popped up in Middle Musquodoboit. I'm riding a borrowed mountain bike to deliver updated programs to the subcamps, so that they can deliver them to the youth. That part's not really important though, the point is that I'm flying over dirt roads under the light of the full setting moon. Interestingly enough, that happened the day you sent the email.

A chapter a week would be nice, but we need to be dedicated. Prove to me that it's possible by sending me your long awaited thoughts on the first chapter. 
























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