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A Special Place
Chanel, Age 14, Courtice, ON

Far away, where people know little of, there’s an urban place where a select few live
happily. Where the summer breeze whispers between your feet. Where a tan is not so easy to find, but can be if you look hard enough. Where a simple walk can take you to your essential needs. In which that walk can help you live a lifetime. Your mind will soar and your soul wanders free.

Where in the day it’s noisy from the conversations people have on their cell phones to
keep in touch with their loved ones. To try and make up for abandoning their families in exchange for the busy lifestyle they have always dreamt of having.

Occasionally there’s a siren of a fire truck on its way to a mission. When we hear it, our hearts stop just for a second, in the thought of someone, a neighbour, friend,  someone in danger.

By night it turns quiet as if someone had turned down the volume and made the world turn off. The faint chirping of a cricket can be heard from all angles. Sparks can be seen from the fires people have, to feel as if they are protected from the world. At night from on high, it looks as if it is a picture taken by a famous photographer, which you could cherish forever.

If we all stopped to catch a breath and take a look at the beautiful things around us, we would notice these little things and not take it for granted.  Our home.

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