Fanonymous

Earth and sky are devoid of colour. There are no beginnings or endings. Then the snow melts. Maybe it’s the dead cars. It could be the escaped bison roaming the downtown core. Mosquitoes? Sure. Dragonflies? Absolutely. And it’s also entirely possible it’s the pomegranate tree at the corner of Portage and Main. Or maybe, just maybe, it’s the people, like Dickie Reimer. Any way you slice it, something’s going on in Winnipeg. That’s really true. At some point, every Peg will ask so why’d you move h