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“Pilar peered out her window at the barren foothills shroud in mist and shadows cast by low-lying clouds. Bits of brush and the grey skeletons of dormant plants protruded from mounds of snow. A Canadian Pacific train, the colour of rust, slowly ran parallel to the highway.” — Lisa Bush
Pilar peered out her window at the barren foothills shroud in mist and shadows cast by low-lying clouds. Bits of brush and the grey skeletons of dormant plants protruded from mounds of snow. A Canadian Pacific train, the colour of rust, slowly ran parallel to the highway.