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from the thinning ice of the arctic shore...where the elders teach what the young must store...a stone is lifted with quiet hands...a memory kept as the old world warms...across the plains where the wheat winds run...a hall is lit by a borrowed sun...neighbours gather beneath its beams...a roof rebuilt from a shared day’s dreams...where the towers lean on the trembling air...a walker knows every name out there...shoes on pavement...coffee in hand...a city held by a one person band...on the western tide where the gulls wheel wide...two boats turn fast to the capsized side...no oath is sworn...no trumpet blown...just a stranger saved...and a story sown...in an ontario town where the frost runs deep...a library glows for the ones who keep their hopes alive in the winter’s bite...warmth and wi fi through the longest night...far south where the california hills burn bright as a forge when the wind stands still...crews from north and south unite...sharing water...ash...and light...from coast to plain...from street to field...each stone is carried...each story sealed...the winds bear witness...the rivers hum...all these paths to one place come...in the clearing where ontario meets the western sun and the southern heat...the stones are stacked in a balanced ring...and the ballad rises for all to sing...