That's my Ottawa, not the remote capital city of a socialist nation, not the frigid city in charge of a massive passive nation but the oasis of warmth in a vast belittling meadow, the parent of naivete, the epitome of kindness, the essence of pure snow, true friends, with the world as your backyard. I am part of that, a little gullible as a part of trusting, a little crazy from the smooth life in a bustling city.
-- circa 2003
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