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The birthday party charged forward on bicycles and horses into gathering
tides that splashed and smacked the soft hill like a delicious food
rising up it.

The mutual feeling was adventure, avoidable peril wasn’t avoided.
Lives were at stake and it was what they wanted—each had completed a number
of years that could last forever if they were unsparing of
selves and feelings.

Lives that were spared and lives frozen in time festoon the bowl in the land trees 
ring around after the birthday party and subsequent

Posted 09/20/10
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