More walking around Vancouver today. Sat and drank a little tea. Nice city. I like it.
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In a rocky part of the beach, someone has piled rocks into impossibly precarious towers. I go down to investigate, thinking that they’re permanent sculptures held together with a rod, I touch one and it crumbles. A handful of others have gathered to admire the rock sculptures, so I’m shamed in front of a small audience.
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Strange, occassional whiffs of pot smoke on random street corners.
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Justin mumbles under his breath, what do you think?, no answer – no complaints, I guess that means he’s having an okay time.
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We’re just going to relax for the rest of the day, until the concert.