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Snow in Montreal
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Snow in Montreal  When she climbed on the bus she was already weary and it was only 4PM. She’d tried for a plane but the snow was thickening and flights were being grounded. Her appointment was at 8AM the next morning, there was no way to change it. No way to change anything now. She selected a seat near the middle next to the window and prayed no one would sit beside her but of course within minutes the bus filled. Soon, everyone was chatting about Montreal and the theater. Suddenly the bus which had been full, but relatively quiet turned into a tour guide of where to go, what to see and which places to eat cheap that were just too divine to miss. The ride through the deepening snow passed quickly and since many of the travelers were staying at the same hotel, some doubled up and spent hours laughing and talking about this wonderful city they were about to explore. But not her. She went to sleep at a sensible hour. At 6:30 she was up, showered and hailed a taxi. The cab negotiated the slushy streets for over 45 minutes before it dropped her off in front of a steel door in a downtrodden business area. Hesitant, but determined, she entered. To her chagrin, 4 of the 5 women she had been with yesterday were standing in the waiting room, silently staring at the floor. They looked up, and then down quickly. No one spoke. One by one they disappeared into the back room. Her flight home was uneventful. She talked to her seat mate about the funny little café where she’d had an amazing crème brulee. And to this day, she wonders if Montreal is as beautiful as some people say. There is no way she will ever find out, It is a city lost to her. You cannot conceive the many without the one. |
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It's very sad, but I can understand it, that a place is lost to you. Become a member now and get a free tote bag.
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So many of us have places that are lost to us; lovely post (Virtual Symposium Group) use Virtual Symposium Group
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All I can think of is how lucky I was and how frightening it is to think that the next generation already has to re-fight those battles.
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<3 Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety. Other women cloy The appetites they feed, but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies. For vilest things Become themselves in her, that the holy priests Bless her when she is riggish. ~~ from Antony & Cleopatra
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you have a gift....so evocative. so sad. xoxo Always tell the truth Use kind words Keep your promises Giggle and laugh Be positive Love one another Always be grateful Forgiveness is mandatory Try new things Say please and thank you Say your prayers Smile ~Author unknown
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