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Thirty Hours in Montreal

Thirty Hours in Montreal

“Cab. Bus station. Tickets. Snacks.

Before any of us have a chance to catch our breath, we are sitting across from each other on a midnight bus from Toronto to Montreal. I am drunk. I have no phone charger with me, but what I lack in electronics I make up for in a cosmetics bag complete with deodorant and a toothbrush.”

-Julia Rowland
Ain’t Life Grand? An Arizona Awakening

Ain’t Life Grand? An Arizona Awakening

“Did I really want to wait that long? Could I? In that moment I realized that there had always been and would always be reasons not to go. Did I want to wake up 3, 5, 10 years later wondering what would have/could have happened?”

-Allison Dunnings

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