Birthday
It is good to go out with friends and celebrate something. What is celebrated is really not the main consideration. Last night was one of those nights. In attendance were some of my old students, a friend from Milan, an exile from Mexico and others. One student I have known since he was twelve. Now he is thirty two. He is the same creative force he has always been, though a little surprised, harried, and reconciled from life’s wear on his artistic spirit. The sangria with peaches was flowing, though few of us were drinkers. We talked about each other as we usually did with insights into each personality, our foibles, triumphs, and particular talents. We closed the restaurant though we were told they were not waiting for us - a kind reminder of our excessive friendship.
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