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Point83 Family Photo 2010
When I'm an old man I'll think of nights like these. Withered and tired, I will pull forth from distant memory images from as when still a young man I rode a bicycle and cavorted with amazing, passionate individuals united under a common joy.
I feel like I have lived a fairly large chunk of my life by now, and instead of any morbidness I am more enchanted and amazed every day. Children make me smile. A friend long disconnected and lost, tending bar at a garden party caterwauls back into existence but for only a spot of an evening. An evening spent in dedication to another over the top adrenaline suckling evening, with 50 fellow souls. A family portait with a beautiful sunset, forever capturing the moment.
I'll forget your name. We'll never see each other again after some point in all likelihood, or, in this brave new future do we never lose anyone but to the great beyond? I'm in the 6th year of a fantasy football league where I've never met a participant in person yet have shared pain and joys through email and photos. A friend from long ago, college was it? High school maybe even? Well she is picking me up in the middle of Iowa on a Saturday morning, the airport more an hour from her house.
I hope I never loose anyone in this photo, and in a way I never will. The love I give, the joy in my laugh is your love. Your laughter.
I want to be an old man, tired from all the joy.
I feel like I have lived a fairly large chunk of my life by now, and instead of any morbidness I am more enchanted and amazed every day. Children make me smile. A friend long disconnected and lost, tending bar at a garden party caterwauls back into existence but for only a spot of an evening. An evening spent in dedication to another over the top adrenaline suckling evening, with 50 fellow souls. A family portait with a beautiful sunset, forever capturing the moment.
I'll forget your name. We'll never see each other again after some point in all likelihood, or, in this brave new future do we never lose anyone but to the great beyond? I'm in the 6th year of a fantasy football league where I've never met a participant in person yet have shared pain and joys through email and photos. A friend from long ago, college was it? High school maybe even? Well she is picking me up in the middle of Iowa on a Saturday morning, the airport more an hour from her house.
I hope I never loose anyone in this photo, and in a way I never will. The love I give, the joy in my laugh is your love. Your laughter.
I want to be an old man, tired from all the joy.
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