winter
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An umbrella on a snowstorm day
I remember my first Canadian snowstorm. It was incredible but brutal in every sense of the word. Before then, I didn’t understand why everyone was so fascinated by the weather. The weather, the weather and weather was all I heard… Continue reading
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Seasons come, seasons go, but sometimes, seasons grow us too
What was supposed to be an easy Tuesday morning became one of deep thoughts. I woke up, feeling heavy, sad and angry. It was the third time in a row I dreamt about my father. I miss Daddy so much.… Continue reading
