Walking The Path that winds itself through the underground maze of downtown Toronto shops and restaurants, I noticed how people avoided eye contact and didn’t return a friendly smile or a “good morning” greeting. Is it due to the intensity of the city, the sardine closeness of their morning train commute, the density of the wall of protection each one has built up from a fear of intimacy, of getting involved? I don’t have the answer but I know I’d rather live in our small town where even …
This story happened when my friend Wendie was staying with me. It’s incredible!
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