It's hard to imagine the devastation in Iqaluit at the moment. A fire in an apartment building. 53 children homeless, at least two people dead. 300 people with no place to go. In the Arctic. I know the community well after living there for the last twelve years. They will come together and work something out. But it will not be easy. My heart goes out to those in need. At times like this I wish I was back home to share in the grief. But here I sit, following it from afar.
I have been doing as much editing on the plant book as possible. No new poems since Wednesday although I feel one coming on at the moment. I need to work on my theme writing for the writer's group tonight, but I think I have it under control.
Feeling a little numb.
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