I recently joined my husband at his 50th high school reunion. It was a pleasure to watch him rejoin the friends of his youth, like these colourful balloons joyfully bobbing together. He happily reconnected both with those who he remembered and those who remembered him. Like these balloons, they may fly away, pop, or simply lose what made them fly, but that joyful moment of reconnection was sheer beauty.
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