Parallax
Witness the Heartland
I board a westbound train leaving Belleville for Toronto’s Union Station. It’s early, and if I’m awake at all I must be dreaming. I see my father and step mother waving from the station’s platform. I’m not sure if they see me, because they glance from side to side, turning their flailing hands toward whatever window they think I must be behind. I wave b…
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