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We watch a monk cross the street, his bright orange robes tuck into a red fleece jacket.

“That reminds me of Chris and I standing in front of the library when the Dahli Lama came to town. I remember he was so excited. It was so unlike him to care about international things. But, he was so excited! And, so was I! I remember that day. We were so in sync. And, now he’s in a coma. We’re still in sync. It just feels different now. Now, I gotta be more faithful that we are thinking the same.”