Walking with my inner poet

by Darlene WroeWith the autumn rush of gold and splendour, the mind can't help but turn to poetry.Lewis Carroll once penned:"Twas brillig, and the slithy tovesDid gyre and gimble in the wabe:All mimsy were the borogoves,And the mome raths outgrabe."Walking out in the growing September brilliance, with the Lake Temiskaming

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More important than ever

In a time of increasingly chaotic politics, both internally and internationally, it is refreshing and hopeful to stand back and look at the compassionate and selfless work that is being done by area churches, service groups, schools and individuals to help others.In particular, the effort to help those overseas is

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