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He came back to the familiar place occasionally, wondering "what would it have been like?" Now a man of 40, he was standing in a little park above Kits beach near the small yacht club on point grey road. He moved to the little park bench and sat, his eyes distant, lost in thought... It was a dark moonless night 20 years earlier and the young man had just returned from a night of drinking with his buddies. He was new to Vancouver and liked to walk along the beach before heading home as he found the sound of the waves crashing into the shore very soothing and relaxing. He made his way along the sidewalk to the staircase that led down to the rocky beach below, pausing to savor the fresh sea air and the sounds, before proceeding to a log on the beach below. It was so dark that the waves gave more of a suggestion of whiteness against the dark backdrop, before breaking. Out of the corner of his eye, the young man spied a bright orange glow bouncing in mid-air along the beach. Someone smoking