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March 22, 2020. Vancouver, British Columbia. The SkyTrain should have been packed. At seven in the morning on a weekday, downtown-bound cars are normally shoulder-to-shoulder; commuters are braced against each other, headphones in, eyes down. Instead, I was nearly alone. The silence was not pleasant at all. It was the kind that makes you aware of every breath behind a mask. COVID had arrived. Not just speculation, but fact. Essential workers were still needed, and I was one o

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