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Since that tornado in Pine Lake. The weather in that part of Alberta remained dodgy for another week or so after. and at our 20 year reunion, there were spurts of wind and spats of rain. the big leaves of the poplar trees rattled like dishes in a sink.

There’s a radio show on now, people reminiscing about that storm and how upside-down it turned the world. One man told about going with his wife to his parent’s trailer for the weekend. They drove through the storm and the air was black and angry. It was not possible to understand what was happening. The man said that when they got to the trailer park where his parents lived, he started to panic. But his panic did not stop him. He and his wife roared around plucking people out of crushed trailers and piling them into their car and driving to the hospital in Red Deer. The ambulances and the paramedics and the bereavement counselors came fast, too.The man on the radio, his mom died in that storm. He went back the next week to see the counselor who had sat with him waiting for the ambulance to come for her. They sat in silence for maybe two hours.

The week after, we looked up at the sky from outside the Memorial Centre near our high school. We were a bit apprehensive. But the storm had passed. the sky was full of reminders.

That sky always is.

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About easilyriled

My mom was Edith, my dad was John. I have a brother, who is Shawn. I have many friends and allies and mentors in my life. I'm white, over-educated, under-employed, messy, funny, smart, lesbian, feminist "Not the fun kind", as Andrea Dworkin said. But I, like the feminists I hang with, ARE fun. I play accordion better than I did, and i'm learning the concertina. Slowly.

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