Pure, beautiful, madness

By Leslie Anthony

by Leslie Anthony
Like a Chinese lantern, the sun burns mutely through a dense haze that hangs over the Port of Quebec, the muslin mist an interaction entre frigid air and the warmer, semi-liquid St. Lawrence River. We glide past ocean-going ships tied at concrete piers, the resonances of oars alternately dipping into water and shattering window-pane ice echoing back from their curving hulls.…

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February 19, 2015