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PETER ESPINOLA
Life over the Nairn Overpass
For a long time there were only whispers of what lay beyond the borders of Transcona. Life was simpler back then, but I did not regret my decision to expand my boundaries. Through volunteering and school I have discovered the beauty, diversity, and character of this hidden gem of the prairies. Growing up here you can't help, but fall in love with the small town feel with a worldly flair. The cold keeps us humble and the pot holes keep us on our toes. I'm not stuck here, I choose to be here.
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