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About Hamilton

We park – woods nearby. My spot – my RULES. She’s like – “Here?” I nod – YEP. “Gotta feel the trees,” I say. She laughs – thinks I’m a FREAK. Maybe I am – haha! “Come to me, baby!” I’m jokin’ – sorta. She’s quick – businesslike. I’m happy – then SAD. Like the movie – it’s EMPTY.

LOCAL SPOTLIGHT

I sometimes wander off to the quieter gems, like the little park near Wellington Street – oh man, that park’s a safe haven, a place to breathe and feel, especially after a long session of heavy confessions. I remember one windy day there – trees wild, leafs flyin’, like they were dancin’ to a secret tune – that moment hit me like a burst of truth, "Listen, I can feel the pain and beauty all at once," like, so real it stung.

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