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Whether or not you like rain, if you have been living in Toronto this summer, you will probably have joined the “I miss the...

There are millions of moments in life Most of them pass us by unnoticed Many of them we squander As we desperately cling to the few...

Woke up this morning, somewhere in between excitement and anxiety. It is Monday and with that a new week of opportunities, a new risk of...

Some nights I count the waves the moon draws on my bed sheet until I drown in yesterday’s waters. On those same nights there will...

I once knew this child Whose temper was mild Despite the loud laughter Of those who were after Her eccentric views, Misused to amuse. She...

Rainy and gray day, with a hint of Valentine’s red, wet shoes and wind-styled hair, no smiles on the street except for the people who...