November’s Evening Letter

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The streetcar down Spadina lulls one’s senses to that something beyond, the grey cloud and the red cloud, the lapping water and the calm water. This is no longer a world of wheels, nor that of beginnings and ends. When it turns (that sweet, metal curvature), the Earth turns, and we turn, and the sky deepens slowly.

 

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