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A navy blue illustration of a mother and her daughter sitting at a piano at night. The mother and daughter face away from the camera and the daughter's head rests on her mother's shoulder as yellow hues and swirls encircle them.

It’s 2009 and I’m six years old. My brother and I share a bedroom with two twin beds and mine’s in the furthest corner.

Two friends jumping from a dock to a boat hand-in-hand with a stream of sunlight casted over them on an overcast evening.

Sometimes on those overcast evenings, my friend and I would skip across the harbour to her parents’ boat. Despite the rain, the sun made an appearance, peaking between the grey clouds and casting the waves in pink and sea-green with tips of orange-gold.

Sebastian Molnar smiling at the camera in a black button-up shirt and standing in front of a dance studio.

While Sebastian Molnar was still living in Toronto, he and his buddies took a weekend road trip to Montréal for the city’s annual jazz festival where, at one of the stages, a melodic fusion of jazz and Latin music emanated from the performing band.

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