Gaalen Engen In my tiny eyes, Southern Alberta rolled from the Rockies under a million miles of bottle blue sky and every year under the chinook’s warming embrace, the land peeked out in segregated greens, filling in soft rich rows painstakingly turned in time with a clock older than oil. After the sharp reminder of fertile earth eased to the smooth smell of grass, my section of Wild Rose country […]
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