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December 3, 2004
When we were high, there was magic all around us: in the flowers, in the trees, in the heaps of chips and bean dip we gorged ourselves with. We weren't afraid to take chances, to tell people things, to point things out about life and how others' expectations seemed to prevent it from ever really happening. To laugh, to cry, to dizzily stare up at the sparkling night sky, swearing that you'll never take it for granted again. Mommy would be so proud of our epiphany, Davie! We must go home and show her. We are the fallen flower children.