I am seeing great swaths of canada.
...from the inside of locker rooms and tour bus bunks.
There is much rock, much liner-ing of eyes and flatiron-ing of hair. I sew little squares of mirror back on to a pair of chaps the get rocked off each night. I eat catering with a variety of quality levels. I have seen many zambonis (zambonii?)
This too shall pass.
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