June 18th

June 18th

I am Tahasi Massk

Twenty years ago, we would stay up late into the night talking. Sometimes we talked about school. Other times we simply were learning each other’s stories. We didn’t know each other very well then. Now, there are very few stories that haven’t been told. And retold. And yet, we still stay up until three or four in the morning walking and talking. While the exercise is nice, mostly I need discussion—her insights, her questions, her ability to see things in ways I do not. Our bodies will get old. Many things that we love to do together may become difficult. And eventually impossible. But we will still be talking. Our conversation ages like wine, not flowers.


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