Narrative: The summer we ruled the ruins on Bowen Island
This story is from the winter edition of Boulevard. We used to throw rocks at the windows, listening for the satisfying crash of glass, or the disappointingly dull thud as a poorly-aimed rock hit a cabin wall. But now the windows were all gone, and there was precious little to be found in the derelict […]
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