Norman FullertonFootprints or Deep Ruts“Fullerton pack up your books and go home.” I remember those words clearly. The paper dart game had been going on for some time in the...
Norman FullertonThe Darkest NightGrowing up on the Canadian prairies, just a touch south of latitude 52, I have witnessed the splendor of the midsummer sun’s gradual...
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