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from salt worn towns where the breakers lean...the councils meet by the lantern’s gleam...storm season scripts the village law...and every threshold bears the thaw...along the long ontario spine...where rail line dreams and bylaws twine...the people carve their days in clay...a measured craft of slow-made sway...spring stirs the kettles...drums the ground...hickory smoke and children’s sound...communal rites in thawing air...bind winter’s edge to those who care...where towers hum and circuits glow...the urban currents shift and flow...cashless halls and transit schemes...rewire the city’s restless dreams...far north...where roads are threads of need...and weather shapes the daily creed...communities keep the long light pace...endurance held in open space...a country bends to global strain...oil winds rise and fall again...citizenship and labour’s call...reform the frame that holds us all...from every place where footsteps ring...from griefs remembered...curling’s swing...from local hands to national tone...this week becomes one balanced stone...