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He came to me speaking truths that melt like icicles against the late morning sunlight. It was a time when the desire of this man was at its peak, unfulfilled and full of fire and wanting to satisfy his aching heart.

His name was Dan. I woke up from my reverie thinking about him. Dan had been a man who had travelled from a very different place that was contrary to my world. Toronto was the new Grand Central Station, where many weary travelers crossed looking for a place to rest. Dan was one of these travelers. Any woman who had known him, and he had known many from what I was told by him, knew he would impose his will. As a rule, he would never consider anyone but himself. He lived in and for himself in his world of past and present.

Dan said he had worked a day job in a fish shop on the corner unloading boxes of metal with fresh fish like snap-per, grouper and kingfish. These were the provisions that the people who lived around there wouldn’t have done without. Like Dan, these people had traveled 3,000 miles to this shield of frozen earth where a new life could be made. But, like Dan, like my father, like all travelers, they would continue to live in the old world in the new.

Much later, I came to understand that there were others whom Dan Matthew had called ‘Family’, people who lived

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