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A good week in Dawson

I felt something like euphoria in the DJ booth at the Dawson City hockey rink, watching Sam and Bronwyn pass the aux back and forth, hiding our beers in our mitts. Time stopping and starting, stopping and starting. And yes there was the art and the fluorescent sky and the haskap pavlova and the booze flowing from the flooded Pit and the whole town sinking with the thawing earth. But through it all I kept thinking: what was that feeling in the DJ booth and how might I get it back?