Homecoming
I love home. I love coming home, flying in over the twinkling lights of my big city, its boundless expanse dotted with pockets of intense development, the CN Tower shrinking in scale as the newer tall buildings ascend around it. Toronto is aggressively on the march, eager to proclaim its affluence and diversity. The airport is jammed with people of all …
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