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Kirk Sullivan
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Current: PhD Candidate at uWaterloo | Previous: own goal scorer, sheep counter, crab butcher, capelin picker | Calvert crowd | he/him
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"It has been used by Canadian troops in two world wars, and by Canadian Olympic teams... The single leaf has the virtue of simplicity; it emphasizes the distinctive Canadian symbol; and suggests the idea of loyalty to a single country."
The National Flag of Canada A vertical triband of red and white (double width) with one red maple leaf centred on the white band. Designed by George F. G. Stanley
February 15, 2025 at 3:35 PM
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My great-great-grandmother received this telegraph 108 years ago. Private Maxwell Barnes was 22 years old.
Newfoundland Postal Telegraphs Dated: 7th October, 1916 To: Mrs. Sarah A. Barnes, Topsail. Regret to inform you Record Office London today advises that No. 1576 Private Maxwell Barnes previously reported Missing was Killed in Action July first. J.R. Bennett, Colonial Secretary
November 11, 2024 at 2:10 PM
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Just look at this woman.

Back in Newfoundland, they’re celebrating my Nanny’s 103rd year. 103!

Happy Birthday, Marie Fred Sullivan!
A beacon of a woman is wearing a lovely green dress and a warm smile as she celebrates her 103rd birthday surrounded by her family in a fishing village on the coast of Newfoundland. Her name is Marie Fred Sullivan and you’d be lucky to meet her.
June 16, 2024 at 12:36 AM
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the only hope is to be the daylight

W.S. Merwin
This is a photo of W.S. Merwin's poem "Living with the News." Living with the News Can I get used to it day after day a little at a time while the tide keeps coming in faster the waves get bigger building on each other breaking records this is not the world that I remember then comes the day when I open the box that I remember packing with such care and there is the face that I had known well in little pieces staring up at me it is not mentioned on the front pages but somewhere far back near the real estate among the things that happen every day to someone who now happens to be me and what can I do and who can tell me then there is what the doctor comes to say endless patience will never be enough the only hope is to be the daylight
April 8, 2024 at 1:56 PM
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Whatever happened to that old song?
A chalkboard in front of a little free library displays this text: I sang you all my sorrows You told me all your joys Whatever happened to that old song To all those little girls and boys Shane MacGowan 1957-2023
December 2, 2023 at 9:49 PM
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A spark of kindness made a light.
The light made an opening in the darkness.
Snow is falling upon a string light-wrapped little free library. Scrawled on the chalkboard leaning against the library is this excerpt from Joy Harjo's poem "Once the World Was Perfect": And now we had no place to live, since we didn't know How to live with each other. Then one of the stumbling ones took pity on another And shared a blanket. A spark of kindness made a light. The light made an opening in the darkness. Everyone worked together to make a ladder. A Wind Clan person climbed out first into the next world, And then the other clans, the children of those clans, their children, And their children, all the way through time— To now, into this morning light to you.
November 27, 2023 at 9:49 PM
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Stove
Mary Pratt
1969
November 18, 2023 at 4:16 AM