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I had not known true disappointment until the stewardess welcomed me to Edmonton this past April. As the airport doors closed and the plane backed up, I began to weep. Earlier, when I’d taken my seat on the nearly empty plane, “I hope you know how brave you are” appeared on my phone screen. I switched my phone off and said goodbye to Vancouver, a city I resented leaving.

One of the older campers happens to have the same name as me, and we develop a ritual. Every time I see him, I reach out to shake his hand, stifle a giggle and say, Hi Henry, said Henry, to Henry, from Henry!

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