A question I ask, every morning. "And what fresh hell awaits us this week?" Some days I don't even want to look. Or read. Then, when I do....my heart hurts to the core at how unrecognizable Canada is now. Thanks once again.
A question I ask, every morning. "And what fresh hell awaits us this week?" Some days I don't even want to look. Or read. Then, when I do....my heart hurts to the core at how unrecognizable Canada is now. Thanks once again.
A question I ask, every morning. "And what fresh hell awaits us this week?" Some days I don't even want to look. Or read. Then, when I do....my heart hurts to the core at how unrecognizable Canada is now. Thanks once again.
I feel much the same.