That morning, on a motorcycle on the side of the road, I recognized something that I had already seen passing a few times from east to west through Shawinigan: a man who was pushing his life in a wagon. There are moments of the same way when you like a small voice inside that tells you [...]
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That morning, on a motorcycle on the side of the road, I recognized something that I had already seen passing a few times from east to west through Shawinigan: a man who was pushing his life in a wagon. There are moments of the same way when you like a small voice inside that tells you [...]