In this country, Thanksgiving falls at a time of year conducive to gratitude. Not that we don't love winter around here, of course. And spring. Summer, of course.
But, yup. Blessings as plentiful as golden leaves on a birch in early October.
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A U.S. writer living in Canada examines borders, boundaries, and other invisible (though not imaginary) lines.
