Hundreds of you visit this blog every week. Finola’s story breaks my heart. Could anyone going through the Toronto Island Airport this week please just do a sweep of it and look for her engagement ring diamond? I know it’s slightly crazy to hold out hope here, but ‘hope is the thing with feathers/ that perches in the soul/ and sings the tune without the words/ and never stops, at all. ~ Emily Dickinson
Please read Finola’s Story, “Dear Toronto”
