Where Do We Sit When We Can’t Belong in Orillia?
In the early morning, fog clings to the silent streets of Orillia, and where once a row of benches stood, there is now nothing but damp concrete. It is strange how absence can speak so loudly—how the simple removal of a place to sit can echo questions about who is welcome, and who is not. […]
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