Blind River Ontario and Area News. Tuesday, January 12, 2010. Google Alert - blind river ontario. More torch runners step up. The event was a homecoming of sorts for Birch, who grew up in the Algoma region of Ontario. And as a child spent summers in nearby Blind River. See all stories on this topic. Enlaces sobre Expressions by Erica - Blind River. Expressions by Erica - Blind River. 1954 MAIN STREET BLIND RIVER ONTARIO.

My way of exposing my side of the conversation with other minds encountered. I also blog about the Okal Rel Universe. My own fictional enterprise, at Reality Skimming. Sci-Fi Author, Educator, Technologist. Betsy Trumpener nominated for Relit Award.

A glimpse into the lives of writers and artists from northern BC and area. Paul Strickland with music in hand. I am a Prince George freelance writer and creative writer.

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Slow down, all you peppermint haters. Some flowers open at night and sweat out weddings, filling the air with scents of satin and sentimentality. Singsong photographs of comet and cola. If these months are cinnamon hearts.

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Sunday, January 10, 2010. Not feeling the difference but knowing choice just the same. Hazy sight, sticky smells, floating bodies suggesting chance. Hands reaching for the one you came with. The fashionably rough help with wet daydreams. Too intoxicated to stand but willing to offer temporary warmth. I meant to leave altogether.

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