Every Five Years
by Ashley Weeks Cart
I’m 18 and 22 and 32 all in the same moment.
As we sat around Saturday evening, laughter came easily. Comfort. Ease. A sense of common ground. Shared history. Mutual understanding. These people, whom I rarely see all together as one group, are some of my favorites. We slip in and out of our 32-year old selves into versions of us at 18 and 22 and 27 and time falls away. Relationships like this are unique in this life, and that may be on of the things for which I am most grateful to Williams. Every five years, this particular group of people, together, defying time. Even if just for a moment. (Us in 2010)
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