Derecho across Quebec: The day the trees came down
As I do after every storm, I looked out the bedroom window to thank my favourite tree. Except my tree wasn’t there. “Oh no. Ohno ohno,” I whispered.
Keep readingAs I do after every storm, I looked out the bedroom window to thank my favourite tree. Except my tree wasn’t there. “Oh no. Ohno ohno,” I whispered.
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