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The night someone asked if I were a moose.

Posted on July 28, 2019 by

The summer of 1980 was to have been the first of two summer internships required in my candidacy for ministry in the United Church of Canada. The woman who has given me hospitality to stay at her house woke me … Continue reading →

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