When I was about four or five years old, I was hard at work at my grandmother's house in Fredericton, NB, making mud pies. I had a few implements: a saucer, a bowl of water, bucket, trowel, and rake. I had already picked a bunch of the brilliant red berries which grew on the deadly nightshade vines growing rampant, and now I was digging away at
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