From The Montreal Gazette:
You can’t see them. But you can still hear them. The sound of rushing water when you walk past a manhole. Hear that? They’re still flowing down there, in the bowels of the city below our feet. Hidden rivers that never see the sun.
Once, rivers crisscrossed the island of Montreal, sparkling in the daylight. Playful streams skipped down the slopes of Mount Royal. Lazy rivers wound through forest and meadow; wetlands attracted birds and animals.
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