Abstract

She curled into the mound of tattered old blankets piled high against the frozen clay banks along Winnipeg’s Assiniboine River. A skiff of snow covered the ground beneath the elm trees that stood sentinel over this liminal ribbon of land between the river and the rest of the city. This was

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