June 10, 2019
A while back, I saw two young people in a gravel parking lot at a crossroads deep in rural Ontario. Other than their cars, the lot was empty. They were locked in an embrace as I drove by in a farm truck, and they hadn’t budged 30 minutes later when I was headed home.
Those people stuck with me.
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