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I keep thinking about last summer in Vancouver. Waking up early on Tuesday morning and walking to Tim Horton’s in our shorts and sweatshirts. Then standing on the seawall by the Olympic Torch and wondering how the same world that causes so much pain can be so beautiful. Then, before we know it, the whole thing is gone, it’s just a memory, and we replay it over and over in our minds every night, crying at just the thought of someday going back home.