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I took a walk yesterday afternoon with Christine. We visited the same Champlain statue as we did last year....

I heard the cathedral bells complimenting the chimes of Parliament Hill at 6pm. So distant, yet distinct. Of course the hopeless romantic in me couldn't help but ponder about poetic relationship of both clock towers. Such, that I teased Christine into writing a poem about it, which she did.

Focusing on my breaths, anticipating its edges & depth into the core of my lungs. I breathed Ottawa. While staring at the landscape of the city.

I was nostalgic. But I couldn't understand what for...