Seymour needed a change of scene and as the sun set he bid good-bye to Gastown and crawled aboard a small yacht. He sat astern and watched the city skyline and harbour disappear behind him.
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In this Blog I recount the adventures of Seymour Snail, formerly of the Smith family garden in North Vancouver, as told to me by Seymour himself, and substantiated by photo-documentation from Seymour's personal photographer.
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