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| My first weekend in Vancouver,
I traveled by ferry to the northern part of Vancouver Island, a
port called Nanaimo. It was a nearly mystical trip, standing by
the railing, and watching this glorious scenery pass me by. For
a while, some hippy-types were sitting behind me, playing a diggery-doo
(an Australian aboriginal instrument). The sounds created by that
long, wooden tube were like the sounds I'd heard from Tibetan Monks
singing chant. This entire scene truly stirred my soul. |
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