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Please, No Frozen Graveyard For Me

By Rose Willow Photos: Anthony Hutchins As another autumn approached and the otters splashed in the little cove in front of our house, and the sky turned crimson at dusk, Tony refilled our glasses with homemade blackberry wine, and brought up the subject of aging. He began by mentioning those who had left Lasqueti Island in their advancing years, and suggested we should give it some thought. As it happened, I had been giving it some thought, because after 30-some years, my body had taken a … [Read more...]