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The Fiddlehead
Atlantic Canada's International Literary Journal
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Anne Marriott
It's All Right, Mr. Khan
Julia lies flat on her back on the trolley. She stares at the ceiling of
New Year's Eve
Walking the seawall with the dog
Going to See Mountains
You have to realize
The Hedge
Prickly and sour
The Clock
Ticktock
The Ladies
Background-they were all background, of my growing up life.
In Old Days
In old days
Therapist
Her voice is silk
A Day Like Spring
He went out of the house, into the garden. She followed him,
The Spring Park
Blow down, wind, and let the sun take over.
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