Last weekend, Grace’s best friend from camp came to visit. This friend is the daughter of my best friend from camp. The sheer fact of this, and the way I kept seeing my friend’s face in her daughter’s, made me dizzy several times this weekend. Talk about vertigo: then, now, us, them, summer, the ocean, winter, tears, girls, women … it all blended together in a meteor shower of memory. Grace is still crying about her friend having left. Only two months until camp, I keep telling her.
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