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Internal conflict, silence and snow

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LJ Fulugan
The metal handles of Isbister’s doors are freezing against my ungloved hand. My breath is visible through the vapour on my glasses, but as it begins to float away from my mouth and up into the...
Dallin Chicoine
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Reintroducing ourselves as ‘now-people’

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LJ Fulugan
Though physical illness is quick to come to mind concerning the pandemic, there is much to be said regarding the mental health narratives that formed among the masses of people who had been forced...
Dallin Chicoine
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