I saw a guy in the downtown east side passing the soccer ball to himself.
He was on the corner of Hastings and Cambie, in a concrete park, with nobody to play with except himself and the war memorial.
He kicked the ball to one side, ran around the memorial, then kicked it back to where he was before. Then he ran back there again.
Something beautiful about that.
Kinda make me want to go play with him.
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