A Quest to Connect
A Quest to Connect
Walking on busy downtown streets in a strange city in a land and nation not my own with nothing to guide me, not even the benefit of sight, only my convictions.

Wading through hordes of people in a place so close to my home, but so far away,

Thinking of how my family will receive me when I return home, knowing that I've spurned their loyalties at such a beautiful place as Niagara Falls,

Picking my way up a cold, desolate, anonymous Yonge Street in persuit of family that I have never known, but share my life goals and desires,

I press on.

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