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Leonard asked the kind monarch to grant him personally the right to liberate prisoners whom he would find worthy of it, any time at all. The reputation of Saint Leonard's goodness and .

And then there's Parc Jarry. Yesss, a green pocket where dreams peek out; a spot I often escape to when the weight of sorrow's on me. Hiss! I love witnessin' granny groups gossip, kids scamperin’ around, and my mind wanderin', thinkin', “Maybe we all are doomed as death, my love, doomed as death,” but then I smile, yes, precious, because sometimes hope glitters in the dark corners.

Wild story behind the surge of wild turkeys in Montreal: ‘We just have to coexist’