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part of the ship part of the crew
part of the ship part of the crew

The esoteric spirit of Canada unsettles people. Invoke the creeping red moss of the boreal forest, the ancient stone, the dark woods, and something in the imagination shifts.

Remind them of the antiquarian character of Montreal, Quebec City, Halifax, and old Toronto, and the country begins to feel older, stranger, and less familiar.

There is a spirit here, a spirit of moss, stone, forest, and cold water. Above all, there is the spirit of the St. Lawrence River, carrying memory through the heart of the country.

Problem, libtard?

We should kill him and take his corn for ourselves.