6/11/2023 0 Comments Owls in the Family by Farley MowatI remember riding my bike up the hill, deeper into our community, to get my Mom smokes (back when Canadian neighbourhoods embedded their little strip malls rather than top loading them at the entrance to their communities). I remember a flashlight and my crocheted blanket - the one that sent out sparks in the dark if I rubbed it against my hair - as I read past my bedtime. I remember the orange-gold shag carpet of my bedroom where I sat and read in the evening. Dalgliesh, like the famous Liverpool footballer and manager, but we always thought of her as Dogleash). Around 34 or 35 years ago, I went into my elementary school library and talked to Mrs. I don't know how true these memories are, but they are my memories, so they are true enough for this.
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