"Because I can do nothing but wait I go looking for portents" by Shana Ross

Nov 23, 2025
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Shana Ross is a newcomer to Edmonton, Alberta and Treaty 6 Territory. Qui transtulit sustinet. Her work has recently appeared in Great Weather for MEDIA, Ninth Letter, Grain, Literary Review of Canada and more. She prefers walking in the woods to social media, and budgets her time accordingly.

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