no longer live there Roseneath will always have a special place in my heart, for it was my upbringing in that farmland that it is without a doubt where I belong.
For as long as I can remember before moving to Toronto, I had lived in an old, crumbly red brick farm house. It had an enormous yard, one that seemed to go on for eternity, and was surrounded on three sides by forestry. Along the main road in front of the house, there were forests, fields and many pastures occupied by various coloured cows…
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