Rebel's Isle, a cottage log.
We didn’t have trees in the city, not our own anyway – there were trees on the street lined up in neat rows. Our little house sat on a...
The cottage on Rebel's Isle
By some miracle it still stands a good sixty five years after the first load of lumber was dragged across the ice to build a hunting...
So here we are at last in the summer of our dreams.
How long has it been? How many years have we sat damp and sullen, sipping our gin by the flickering stove making stoic remarks about yet...
