the prime of our lives - by Helena Fitzgerald - Griefbacon
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living in the center of the party, living through the dark afternoon
the trees upstate know that aging is a big gorgeous party last month, a very dear friend whom I’ve known for a very long time, with whom I lost touch and then miraculously got back in touch again, asked me to write something for her birthday, with few parameters except the occasion itself. I wrote her something specific to the occasion, and the event she threw for the occasion, and the history of our friendship. Then I spent a couple weeks debating whether to use it for this newsletter, since I’d written it specifically to be read out loud at a party, and I wasn’t sure whether it worked…
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