It is so hard to talk about the only place I should call home, though I don't live there anymore. So many memories, so many dreams, hopes, pain and other complex feelings pasted on every wall, every window, every sand on the beach. This is where I was born, and where I lived for more that 20 years. This is where I go to visit, this is the place I leave when I come back to Toronto, my other home. A place that has changed but, as usual, not necessarily in a good way...
It all started long ago...
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