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"I fear no thing that invites fear. I stagger past uncashed checks and press my hands against the backs of the Winnipeg strangers God puts in my way, and I arise, palms pressed against the glass of that so-cold night. It's so weird, the number of loose, un-collared dogs left trotting up and down the streets here; the absence of black people;  the strong wind and the way the tree branches don’t bend or move within it."