Kid laughter rang through the crosses by the riverbank. You told me that on your shore they were talking about mermaids.

October 21st, 2013, 6pm

After a long weekend on which police drew automatic weapons to enforce a court injunction and pepper-sprayed community elders, on which the national media fixated on three hunting rifles and six burning vehicles, the fireworks were respite. Their crackle, the laughter, like tracks laid over the sound of the drums which had never stopped beating.

(This should be geo-located in Elsipogtog, New Brunswick, but was created after the fact.)


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Andréa Schmidt

Journo, producer, film-maker, border crosser. Tends to fugitives along the way.

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