2 July 2007. Narrow gray-white wedge of cloud--long-horizontal--just over the 7-eleven. Red car angles back into lot, then sets forth. Beginnings.
The gathering for Leonard--praise and mystery. Elusive trailings of intellect... Winters' rationalism against doctor Julia's defiant, "I am a romantic." A poet of tears, said Jane Hirshfield. Leonard's "Falling," she places it in the middle of three. Carol's smile, quiet, many times emphasized, Jamie takes her arm, leads her to the podium. That Nathan grace--in him as well, a knowing flourish--wistful matador to the universe--but giving of life instead...
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