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across the wide dominion where the long rivers bend...budgets tighten...voices rise...and old debates ascend...from census calls to foreign strains...the headlines flare and roam...a stone rolls through the nation asking...who keeps the country home...where salt winds comb the harbours and the gulls cry overhead...communities weigh the cost of keeping every neighbour fed...friendship centres warn softly that their hearths may dim by fall...a stone hears the ocean whisper...we must not lose them all...in montréal’s bright quarters and québec’s old cobbled ways...artists...elders... workers speak of tightening fiscal days...yet cafés brim with language... and the streets hum with refrain...a stone gathers the cadence...we endure...we rise again...from toronto’s restless towers to the towns along the rideau...housing waits grow longer while community gardens grow...urban indigenous families seek safety...space...and light...a stone hears the city murmur...we’re trying to make it right...across the wheat lined highways where the prairie winds unspool...a headset glows in classrooms where calm becomes a tool...youth speak their truths in spaces once too narrow to explore...a stone feels the plains expanding...we are more than we were before...where foothills meet the oilfields and the cities pulse with heat...petitions gather signatures on every downtown street...some dream of separation...others call for unity...a stone rolls through the tension...what future shall we be...in tumbler ridge the rink lights glow against the grieving air...where skates carve out a solace and the town relearns to care...the boards echo with courage as the hometown players glide...a stone warms in the rafters...we hold each other’s stride...far above the tree line where the winter stars are clear...a single humming engine keeps the darkness from the pier...the village leans upon it like a heartbeat held in trust...a stone feels the arctic promise...we endure because we must...in hamlets built of cedar smoke and fields that stretch for days...elders vow to stay rooted in their long remembered ways...but services retreat like dusk along a narrowing lane...a stone keeps the vow unbroken...we remain...we remain...along the b.c. valleys where the tall grasses lean...new paramedic models bring relief to every scene...the waiting grows shorter...though the distances stay vast...a stone hears hope arriving...help is coming at last…