Hanging out the laundry,
thinking of Moncton.
Stewing rhubarb,
thinking of Moncton.
Writing story proposals,
thinking of Moncton.
Emailing book queries,
thinking of Moncton.
So normal yet not normal at all.
Another new normal
for Moncton,
for New Brunswick,
for us.
Peace.
Love.
No other words.
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