A Newfoundland housewife remembers how she would look out of her kitchen window at the smoke rising from the neighbouring houses, as the other families coaxed embers from the night before back to life. She remembers the moose head on the wall that scared her as a child, the little flowers printed on yellow wallpaper that made her feel warmer in the winter. She remembers how her girls would crawl into bed with her when her husband was out at sea, how you'd walk outside and get scratched by the dense forest of spruce trees and alder flowers.
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