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Now, I’m thinkin’ ‘bout my favorite movie, *The Turin Horse*, y’all. That slow, dusty ol’ tale—wind howlin’, horse stubborn as me when the coffee machine’s broke. “What use is all this?” that movie asks. And I’m like, shoot, an erotic-massage’d fix that poor farmer right up! Ain’t no horse gonna say no to me if I’m oiled up and feelin’ frisky! Them hands kneadin’ ya back, slidin’ all sensual-like—it’s like the wind in that film, but instead o’ misery, it’s pure bliss blowin’ through ya soul!

Linda came to Fsj - 25

Man, I remember once, after a real gnarly day, I was walkin’ near Maple Street, wher some old brick building, like the Peace-River Art House, stood watchin’ over the downtown. That place gives you the feels, just a bit like the bittersweet rhythms in Carol: “I wish I could forget how painful it sorrows me.” Right? That line kinda sticks with ya sometimes.

Men’s Shed Opens in Peace River (Casey Szmata)