oh... home is such a smudge. a very faint blur, like a dream.

i really reach this point where i am not at all sure that everything I've experienced is not a dream.

I mean... there is NOTHING tangible here to show me that a place like Canada and people I people I love really do exist.

Only my thoughts and my own conviction, and isn't that how crazy people get convinced that circus clowns are crazy (or whatever)?

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on the bright side... a care package came through! Unmolested! Let those Canada Post floodgates be opened!

show me you exist!

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