Not too long ago I took a road trip with my wonderful husband and niece, with the intention to show them the little hometown where I grew up, Rouyn-Noranda in Abitibi-Temiscamingue. More accurately the village right next door, Evain, Quebec, a nice little peaceful place.
While day dreaming on our way there, I was curious to see what I would find after deciding to leave it all behind 33 years prior. What would be left of those roots after so long?
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