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May 31, 2010

The end of my sisterís birthday week: a barbecue at our brotherís place.The sun is shining, friends and family are together, the fire is burning, the dogs are playing.My brother is making a pie, and the rich smell drifts out and mixes with the wood smoke. We make mojitos with mint from my sisterís garden, the ice clinking in our glasses as we laugh and talk and remember the long-ago past when we were children together.The setting sun seems to burnish our memories, making them golden as the chill of evening sets in. †