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it was a beautiful
day when the old
high school class gathered in reunion on the hillside by the
barn. So many years ago, each of us had walked that auditorium
stage in our own little bubble, yet knowing that our class was touched
by the sun. Now we came with a better understanding of our places
in the universe and the absence of some made the presence of others
even sweeter as we reminisced. On this day, we understood that,
for some of us, the sun's fiery passion is fickle. Late in the
evening, we left that glowing place by the light of the moon.
ABush
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