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Friendship and hope renewed
Aug. 5th, 2007 01:12 amAn auspicious moon is rising as I type this: last quarter, half-full. Divided between future and past, like Janus, looking both ahead and behind.
Twenty years ago, on the occasion of parting from my high school classmates, I scribed my thoughts in a journal. At the time, I could scarce have imagined the form of the journal in which I now record these.
( Forgive the slightly flowery prose; it seems I get this way at these times. )
I must remember to pass along to my father the warm wishes of one of his classmates, who called me a few days ago to check up on him - this being his 50th anniversary - and to commend me on my own.
In closing, my feet are sore, as is my throat (from all the talking). But that's okay.
Twenty years ago, on the occasion of parting from my high school classmates, I scribed my thoughts in a journal. At the time, I could scarce have imagined the form of the journal in which I now record these.
( Forgive the slightly flowery prose; it seems I get this way at these times. )
I must remember to pass along to my father the warm wishes of one of his classmates, who called me a few days ago to check up on him - this being his 50th anniversary - and to commend me on my own.
In closing, my feet are sore, as is my throat (from all the talking). But that's okay.
