You could find us by the smell of cheap wine in open-air plastic cups.
See, we'd walked into this sunny summer party unguarded booze them all in college us two in high school. Strolling the lawn with our big red cups held chest-high both hands.
We were alert and amazed. Thick-haired and thin-faced.
Bobbing along like tipsy rowboats.
Sipping small sips.
Invisible. But not odorless.
you smelled like… victory
tipsy rowboats in the sunny summer; that’s great.
yup, that’s me, the other invisible yet not odorless companion. this all takes place at georgetown universit summer camp for, yes, speech and debate. no, not geeks, but very cool, very hip teens hangin’ with patrick ewing and the g-town bball team, sipping small sips and respecting the 7 feet tall giants.
Youth, with swift feet walks onward in the way;
The land of joy lies all before his eyes;
Age, stumbling, lingers slowly day by day,
Still looking back, for it behind him lies.
—Frances Anne Kemble
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