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The Crooked Trees of Hafford, Saskatchewan: LXXIV: Mr. Hung IV: Chan
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Monday, January 18, 2010. LXXIV: Mr. Hung IV: Chan. I stepped outside the restaurant on my break. Stood looking out past the edge of town. The snow shielded all sound and I grew increasingly aware of my own breathing. It seemed too fast. Too loud. Too big. 8221; mocked Mr. Hung, sticking his head out the door. I nodded. "Seriously Mr. Hung, why did you move to this climate? The cold gets your blood flowing,” he said, and pulled his face back into the steamy kitchen. Why do you do that? LXXII: Susan V: Su...
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The Crooked Trees of Hafford, Saskatchewan: XXXIX: Mrs. Scurfield V
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Tuesday, September 22, 2009. XXXIX: Mrs. Scurfield V. Came by early this morning. Woke me up. I stood scratching my head in the doorway, waiting for an explanation. 8220;This,“ she said with a smile, “is for you.” I became aware of a small red pot in her hands. Full of dirt. “It’s a Crooked Tree seedling,” she whispered, and handed it to me. I raised my eyes to meet hers. 8220;You can do whatever you want with it,” she said. “ Pave it over. It’s all yours.”. Are those bullet holes in the sign? I cant fig...
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The Crooked Trees of Hafford, Saskatchewan: LXXV: Clarke XIII: Home Alone
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Friday, January 22, 2010. LXXV: Clarke XIII: Home Alone. Most of the time I spend with Clarke is wordless. Ten minutes of silence, and then a few words, then ten more silent minutes. That's about the rhythm. I read through my old Clarke entries on this blog recently and realized all I've written so far is our talking. 'Cos what else can I do? But it's not like that. Not really. Mostly we sit and drink and smoke and think our own thoughts. A hermit, Clarke.". Goodnight Clarke,” I said laughing. I suppose ...
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The Crooked Trees of Hafford, Saskatchewan: LXXX: Primary Sources
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Saturday, February 20, 2010. I looked out at mainstreet yesterday on break. Empty and cold. I know everyone in every building, almost. Which is as depressing as it is reassuring. I heard Clarke behind me. "That thing is gonna block my view in a couple years," he said, dragging a chair from his lawn onto mine. I'd never considered that before. I said nothing. So tell me again why you planted this thing? He grunted, sitting down. I dunno Clarke. But I'm glad I did.". March 4, 2010 at 11:36 AM.
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The Crooked Trees of Hafford, Saskatchewan: February 2010
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Saturday, February 27, 2010. LXXXII: Steward of the Trees. They played the same old casette tapes over the 70s Yamaha sound system they always play at dances: a lot of Nitty Gritty Dirt Band and Stompin' Tom. Stuff like that. Those silver tower speakers were crackling away. I drank more than a couple beers with Susan, sitting on a bench near the back. You had to holler to hear anything. There were a bunch of kids making tunnels through the enormous pile of jackets that had compiled in one corner. Wednesd...
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The Crooked Trees of Hafford, Saskatchewan: LXXXII: Steward of the Trees
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Saturday, February 27, 2010. LXXXII: Steward of the Trees. They played the same old casette tapes over the 70s Yamaha sound system they always play at dances: a lot of Nitty Gritty Dirt Band and Stompin' Tom. Stuff like that. Those silver tower speakers were crackling away. I drank more than a couple beers with Susan, sitting on a bench near the back. You had to holler to hear anything. There were a bunch of kids making tunnels through the enormous pile of jackets that had compiled in one corner. This is...
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The Crooked Trees of Hafford, Saskatchewan: LXXXI: The Seedling
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Wednesday, February 24, 2010. Went inside for lunch. Got restless afterwards. But it felt good. Like I had purpose. I ended up in the kitchen staring at my coffee cup. But not in a distracted, detached way. More like I was studying it. Or like a man on alert waiting for some insignificant detail to emerge with the key to life hanging from its neck. Susan breathed deep, laughed, and said, "I think it would do you good to have a plant in your house.". No thanks. That seedling is enough.". Is he moving on t...
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The Crooked Trees of Hafford, Saskatchewan: LXXVIII: Susan VII
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Friday, February 5, 2010. Friday, January 8th, 2010. Yeah, what was. Susan asked when we talked about our New Year's Day encounter. With the Trees for the first time. It was a week after the event and we were sitting at her kitchen table working our way through a bottle of red wine after supper. Did you really hear anything? I asked. The words seemed to resist leaving my mouth. A little. I don't know. I think so," replied Susan. "I'm pretty sure, yeah. Didn't you? You should bring your video camera.".
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The Crooked Trees of Hafford, Saskatchewan: LXXII: Susan V: Susan is the Trees
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Sunday, January 3, 2010. LXXII: Susan V: Susan is the Trees. I'll be the Trees," Susan. Hollered, running from the snow-covered path to hide behind an old gnarled aspen. One of the ugliest in the grove. It was New Year's Day and we were entirely alone, bundled in our winter-wear. Me on the wooden path, her standing behind a Tree. Only her hands were visible peaking out from the speckled bark. "We can see you! Then why aren't I choking? I replied, following her jest. Then why can't I see you? I've got som...
