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Sickness is ugly.It smells bad. It keeps you in pain. It keeps you bedridden. It keeps you dependent. It won’t let you sleep at night. It forces you into medical intervention. It cancels one pain with another pain. It makes you appreciate the better days.
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I missed going out so.The second summer in a row. After a gruesome year and a half, The provinces are finally ready to open their gates to each other again. English and French speakers can now meet and go out together. I find myself on a terrace in Downtown Montréal, Enjoying a mojito cocktail with my Québécois friends. It’s a perfect day, and the mojito in my cocktail refreshes all my senses. The other patrons are cheerful, The staff is friendly. There is an all-hugging good vibe and a feeling of ethereal happiness in the fair city of Montréal. Such a simple thing, like a drink on a terrace, used to be an unacknowledged privilege, And now it’s appreciated like a cherished treasure. The normal is on the horizon, Impatiently awaited and soon to be welcomed back. ~~~~~~~~~~ From my book
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I love coming back to Niagara Falls every year.I have seen the majestic waterfalls each season – spring, summer, autumn, winter. It’s oven hot to see it in the summertime and hell freezing in the wintertime, But worth seeing it, nonetheless. Every time I see Niagara Falls, I discover it in a new light, And I see it with different eyes. The ever-present rainbow adorns the falls no matter the season, Like a loyal friend and companion who never goes away. I am on the Canadian side, And I gaze at the American waterfall. I am on the American side, And I gaze at the Canadian waterfall. The place I fell in love with from the very first time I set foot on Niagara Parkway is where the iconic waterfall goes straight down the river, at a ninety degrees angle. I am so close to the fall, I can touch it. Autumn is the best time of t
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Let’s go on a high seas adventure.Let’s sail the Caribbean. Let’s discover exotic destinations. Let’s watch sunsets on the Atlantic shores. Let’s swim with dolphins. Let’s find treasures at the bottom of the ocean. Will you join me?
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Your voice can make a difference.Make it count. Make it matter. Make it heard. Speak up and be loud. Speak up for what is right. Speak up for a better world. ...
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I live by the lake.One of the Great Lakes. I wake up every morning with the view of the lake. I love taking a quiet stroll on the lakeshore. I love the park, the beach, the marina, and the lighthouse at the lake. I take the train to Downtown Toronto. I sit by the window on the left side to gaze at the lake. I watch the waves, the seagulls, the boats, the fishermen, the surfers on the lake. I watch the sunrise on the lake. I am fascinated by the vastness of the lake. I am infatuated with the beauty of the lake.
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Of all the beautiful places in the world,Isn’t Paris the fairest of them all? The place where you let your heart sing. Where you listen to your soul. Taking your dreams for a walk along La Seine. Touching the sky from the heights of La Belle Tour. Smiling to Mona Lisa. Praying in Notre-Dame. I don’t want Paris to be my home. If the most beautiful place in the world were my home, Then where else could I go to see the most beautiful place in the world? I would rather live away and keep it close to my heart. Paris is calling me back to embrace me again and again, And I am coming back. City of lights. City of beauty. City of love. Paris enchantant. Paris charmant. Paris mon amour. Paris je t’aime. ~~~~~~~~~~ Fr
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It’s been weeks, and I haven’t written a single word.I’m going through my worst writer’s block in a long time. My heart feels empty when I don’t write. It’s been a downtime. I need to escape my writing funk. Staring at my computer screen won’t do. Getting out of the house is what works best for my written word. My inspiration awaits me out in the open. I go out to experience new things. To see new places. To feel new feelings. To write new words. I will chase it away and words will come back to me. ~~~~~~~~~~ From my book of poetry Sunset in Toronto, page 127.
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There is a bookstore Downtown Toronto on Yonge Street which I dearly love.It’s my favorite bookstore in the entire city. I have been its patron for years and years and years. I have bought half of my books from there. I love going there every chance I get. I immerse myself between the shelves and browse through books, my dear friends. I pillage the fashion, the travel, and the fiction sections. I talk to store assistants about books and new releases. They love working there just as much as I love being there. No wonder they love it there, I would have loved to work in a bookstore as well. The scent of the books makes me dizzy. Every time I go to my favorite bookstore, I feel like in heaven. This is where I want to be. I could live here. ~~~~~~~~~~ From my book of poetry Sunset in Toronto, pa
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I used to be a boy’s best friend.I was his birthday gift when he turned five. He loved me instantly, And we became friends for what I hoped to be forever. He called me Teddy. I was a big Teddy bear, And I was a big part of the boy’s life, Both literally and figuratively. For years, I had been his best friend. Mom and Dad got him a double bed just so that I could always be close to him, And he could hug me whenever he wanted a hug. When he was happy, I was happy. When he was sad, I was there to comfort him. My soft heart was his cushion. Year after year I watched him grow. Going to school. Learning to bike. Making friends. Playing basketball. And I loved him all the same. Every time he made a new friend, I was happy for him. I was ne
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The long weekend is here, and I would like to wish everyone a wonderful and blessed Thanksgiving filled with love and happiness. May the warm glow of autumn surround you and your loved ones as you celebrate the holiday with family and friends. May your blessings be multiplied this year and throughout your entire life. Happy Thanksgiving!
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I am in search of inspiration for my next story.I go to Kensington Market to find it. Vintage is a hub of all forgotten stories, And I love uncovering those hidden gems. Kensington Market is the perfect place to find hidden gems. I take a stroll along Kensington Avenue. There are dozens of vintage shops along the street. I take the time to browse each of them. I am fascinated by the stories of the past. Flapper dresses, mink coats, purses, necklaces, bracelets, jewelry boxes, candle holders, chandeliers, old magazines, portraits from other times. Each of the items from the vintage market tells a story. I love imagining those stories. A Fendi bag in one of the vintage shops calls my name. It may be some decades old, but it’s still in good shape. I think of the woman who wore it and loved it before me. Her name was
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Red leaves on the ground.Summer leaving, Seasons changing, Fall coming. Sixty days of hot summer in the country of the maple tree, And now it’s mid-September, And today is the last day of summer. My darling, beautiful, adored summer, Where are you going? I don’t want you to leave. I’m not ready to let you go just yet. I still want to hold your hands, Hug you tight, Kiss your peachy cheeks, Caress your flowing hair. I still want us to wear floral dresses, Run with our bare feet on the beach, Swim in the blue sea. I want us to watch the moon and the stars While lying down on the soft sand. I want us to go with the car windows open And listen to loud music while on the road. I want you to sing along with me. I want you to be my be
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I called my mother on an early spring day to ask her how she was.She wasn’t feeling well, And I didn’t keep her on the phone for too long. I just wanted to hear her voice, Then I went about my day. And she went about hers. Or so I thought. In fact, it was her last day. Hours later, I got the phone call. The one that said it had been her last day. She is in a better place now. I kept replaying the phone conversation from the morning in my head. Thank God for that last phone call!!! I will cherish the memory of that phone conversation forever. Had I not called my mother that day, I would have regretted it for the rest of my life. The feeling of guilt would have never left me. I got to say the last goodbye. I will always love you Mom. The last phone call.
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Last week I attended a TIFF related event downtown Toronto. Every time when I go downtown, I see the City of Toronto with new eyes and it inspires me in new ways. I love photographing it to death, and I always do when I get a chance. This time was no exception. It was a gourgeous sunny perfectly cloudless day, and I took a few shots on Front Street West where I attended the event. I would like to share some of those pictures in my today's essay, I also shared them on Instagram a few days ago. Enjoy!
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