Vancouver Forever
It's in my blood, my bones and my best self.
For many years now, I’ve felt almost bruised by the strength of their kindness. It comes at me in myriad ways, big and small, whenever I return to my hometown: strangers reaching out their arms to scoop up groceries that have fallen from my bag, returning them with winks and warm smiles. Or handing me a Kleenex when I’m crying in the movie theater, prom…
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