“There is a certain relief in change, even though it be from bad to worse; as I have found in traveling in a stagecoach, that it is often a comfort to shift one’s position and be bruised in a new place. “

I paw through the piles in the local thrift store, Frenchies, my replacement for Goodwill, out here in the Maritimes, the eastern arse of this country, full of beauty and wonder and backwardness. I’ve walked past the Infant bins (0-24mths), paused at the “Kids” bins (7-14) and hovered at the “Toddlers” bin, (2-6X).
Suddenly slightly bigger [...]

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