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A Story by JC
Memories are a mist…fleeting, morphing, rising, falling, changing shape, becoming a rendition of…a new image conjured for whatever reaso..
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A Story by JC
so, after watching a documentary called bozo texino about train hopping and the various hobo artworks on the trains i fell into wandering about clark ..
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A Story by JC
CHAPTER 1
I stared out of the window of a Greyhound bus, headed eastward to the lonely hardwood forests and swamps of southern Ontario, contemplati..
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