Walking home from the Winterset awards yesterday evening (Randall Maggs won for his superb poetry collection Nightwork: The Sawchuk Poems), so foggy on Bond Street, a young photographer was taking digital shots of a cat poised against a small, bare tree, could that be true?, everything was snow and mist and the sound of the foghorn, the maritime city something alomost imaginery, almost a dream.
(Image: bytanya.blogspot.com.)
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