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Thoughtful meditations on the Ottawa protests

February 2, 2022February 4, 2022 calebhara

“Within the following paragraphs, I will proffer a resolution to the ever-topical, and sublimely-fashionable debate that is, the Ottawa protests. It is in this bookman’s humble opinion that the endless skirmish surrounding this most noble of subjects, has fallen prey … Continue reading Thoughtful meditations on the Ottawa protests

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Tales of Korean Barbecue

September 17, 2020September 18, 2020 calebhara

Korean barbecue is a peculiar and interesting dining experience, boasting a laborious set of customs and practices that make it a pleasant farcry from just about every other restaurant variety a casual consumer could hope to step foot in. In just … Continue reading Tales of Korean Barbecue

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The Citadel of You

May 30, 2019March 12, 2021 calebhara

Do yourself a favour, and lend me your imagination. Walk yourself through every second of the odyssey I’m about to present you with as if you were really there. You’ve done it. You’ve reached a life milestone you never imagined … Continue reading The Citadel of You

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Nighthawks Dialogue

February 10, 2019November 10, 2021 calebhara

“My good man, have you got a light back there? I seem to have left my spark in another jacket.” “Course fella.” “Also, my lady here has a hankering for something sweet, got anything on your menu that fits that … Continue reading Nighthawks Dialogue

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