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| In an ideal world, on an ideal February morning, my house in Tennessee would slip next door to California, Mississippi, Alabama and Germany, and on my birthday, I'd stumble from bed to family chaos. No need for other gifts or games their presence would be enough, with hugs all around, and conversations restarted in mid sentence, and children gathering themselves into cuddles before rushing off into cousin play. And in the evening, after family dinner-- laughter and impossible to describe jokes that echo back to childhood-- we'd sing, our voices raised in harmonies we learned as children, spouses lending new flavors and the next generation adding colors to our songs that we'd never imagined. Then, with hugs and tears, I'd let them drift away, letting the memory sustain me, until we meet again. line count: 27 Prompt: THE IDEAL BIRTHDAY PARTY |