The burdock chronicles

By Leslie Anthony
Climbing down through bramble into the deep, wet shadows of a ditch beneath an overhanging cedar, the first thing I see is a 20-dollar bill. Even partially embedded in an alluvium of winter gravel washed from a parking lot above, it sticks out like a sore thumb—an iridescent smudge of colour in a palette of slate, black and chestnut.…

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• Whistler News

June 21, 2020

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