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Celebration

Like Uncle Walt, the sweaty-toothed madman, I celebrate this magnificent life bubbling within me…

On this beautiful spring day, seated at a table with friends, sharing words, laughter, crackers, and drinks, I feel the eternal pulse of this red river within me—drunk with love and joy, radiating through my whole being…

How could I be any happier in this moment, except if I could feel you sitting by my side, our hands entwined beneath the table, the sensual curve of a taut bow upon our lips, and our eyes sparkling with talkative stars that part only to find each other again, at once…

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