Each of us has a horizon etched into the silver foil of our inner mind... a landscape of hills & valleys we know like the indelible pictograph of our destiny. For me a particular range of ancient mountains in the Laurentian shield over the scintillating stretch of water we called “the Lake”, north of Montreal incises my field of vision. Like the constellations of stars the pattern differs completely based on the point of reference. More than anything we long to belong. Where do you belong? Claim that precise silhouette of hills, valleys & lakes that tells you... you are at home... at last.
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