WINTERSLEEP

SILENCE REIGNS ACROSS THE GREAT WHITE NORTH WHERE

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TOWERING PINES STAND LIKE FRIGID SENTINELS, CASTING THEIR COLD SHADOWS ON THE PRISTINE SNOWS. A LONE WOLF’S EERIE HOWL ECHOES IN THE STILLY NIGHT AS THE LAND LIES SLEEPING IN ITS SNUG WINTER BED AWAITING THE SEMINAL RAYS OF THE WAXING SUN THAT WILL TRANSFORM IT INTO SPRING-GREEN CANADA. WILLIAM BEDFORD

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