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  • "Everyone on Alexandra!"

    We tumbled in a heap onto the clodded sand, giggling like children. Like children . It's a funny thought to ponder, having been fresh out of college. Coming into our first jobs and our first apartments outside of university-sanctioned housing, you could scarcely call us adults. Some may think this child/adult in-betweennesss an awkward, ungainly moment in life.

    I call it a moment of love. We were constantly drunk on the feeling, careening into unwitting passersby and knocking over tables with our love.

    We were first in love with each other. We prided ourselves in being intelligent and witty and most certainly not like "the rest of them". There would be no climbing of corporate ladders, no suits nor ties nor straight and narrow roads. We would never fall into inane traps wrapped around things like stability or habit or certainty. We were enlightened in each other's eyes. Enlightened and beautiful.

    The rest of our love was spent on all the possibilities for our future selves. We had graduated college believing firmly in the importance of our ideas, in our abilities to do Big Things and accomplish Meaningful Work. Our will and our skills alone would be enough to conquer anything. We were so sure.

    We felt all of these things, we believed so strongly in them and in ourselves. And we did so while climbing craggy boulders, skipping stones into the ocean, crowning each other with seashells and marching about with scepters made of twigs and spiky fruit.

    Like children .

    What a magical moment it was, this in-between time.
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