This is a bit of a love letter to a city I used to live in. But like many love letters, it might be hopeless. I grew up in Toronto and watched it get better. Now it’s a little like watching my mom struggling with dementia. All I want is for the bad news to not be real. It’s like someone I love is having difficulty dealing with reality.
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