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Obsessively I had counted every day 
of my new life out there in that old city. 
I had lost the desire to celebrate Canada Day, 
though that might have been but indifference feigned 
to protect myself from temptation. As it turned out, 
the best spot to see the fireworks was the one place 
I could not go. The Old Port called to me, 
and I pretended to not hear its call.