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  • take the rules of the simplest games.
    object: throw the hershey kisses into the empty gatorade bottle.
    bonus points for the mounds bars.

    (my father gets a year older, but not here in this image. he comes later in the film, and he looks quiet and right at me)

    (my uncle has disappeared too, to eat a frosted brownie in the corner where his diet can't find him)

    it was the simplest game.
    my little brother, to whom i am more a mother, a god sometimes and sometimes much less than that, tries desperately to balance the weight of a soda bottle and the power of a helium balloon.

    in the next image, the balloon floats by above our heads like my father's age, my age, our declining number of firsts and increasing number of bests. but that image is only in my head, because i loved that simple game much too much to leave it.
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