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“Todos aquellos a los que toco mueren. (...) Excepto tú, Signa Farrow. Cuando te toco, te siento.”

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“Before meeting you, I didn't know what it was like to feel lonely. I never even considered myself to be alone. That's because when you feel lonely, it means that there is someone for you to miss.”

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“Buiten is het maandag. Dat zegt de stem van de Canadese radio-omroeper vanuit de schemerige woonkamer. Sleet, later overgaand in echte regen. Heel Nova Scotia opnieuw onder een witte deken. 'Weest u vooral voorzichtig op de weg.”

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“Here were the results of a city underprepared for wartime growth, a city caught napping, while it quickly became one of the most crucial ports in North America as the Allies fought the Germans.”

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“No one seemed to be around - which does not necessarily mean it was late, since it has long been my experience that no matter where you roam in the province of Nova Scotia it is usually mostly empty.”

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“Everything in Nova Scotia is touched by the sea, which finds its way into our food and drink, the way our skin feels, how we talk and smell, the roll of our gait and even how we look at the world.”

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“The air was soft as I walked along Water Street past a lobster pound, a herring processor and a former cotton mill. Here was a terminal where the on-again, off-again ferry that ran between Yarmouth and Maine docked. There was a memorial to the 2,500 residents of Yarmouth known to have died at sea. Things grew quieter the farther along Water Street I went.”

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“We were still fighting to hold on to what we had, whether language (Gaelic) or culture (Acadian), the transfer payments from Ottawa which accounted for a disproportionate percentage of provincial revenues, or the sweet rural life, which more Nova Scotians enjoyed than anywhere else in Canada.”

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“I used to literally dream of Nova Scotia, its mouldering sea-stink and incessant damp, its buildings hunched like a linebacker's shoulders against the elements, its people with their mishmash of enterprise, humanity, and grit.”

Book:The Long Way Home: A Personal History of Nova Scotia

Source: The Long Way Home: A Personal History of Nova Scotia