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The pylons were stung by the sleet-filled wind, like us, and rattled their maintenance locks.

On the bridge over the black oil creek, we thought we heard a child's voice.

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Despite the wind, snow clung to the smallest branches & drifts cumulated in the folds of our scarves.

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We span slowly in place to test the temperature of each compass point, then followed the cold northwest.

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Eldritch Café

Une instance se voulant accueillante pour les personnes queers, féministes et anarchistes ainsi que pour leurs sympathisant·e·s. Nous sommes principalement francophones, mais vous êtes les bienvenu·e·s quelle que soit votre langue.

A welcoming instance for queer, feminist and anarchist people as well as their sympathizers. We are mainly French-speaking people, but you are welcome whatever your language might be.