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Maybe I should have mentioned, after “scream-tag,” my son cut his finger on a stick he had been poking into the fire and started crying and shouting “ouch ouch ouch, it’s bleeding,” and so I said, “come on,” and we walked through the sand and scaled up the crescent bend of a dune and I led him back to our car and cleaned his cut finger; he winced at the application of the alcohol wipe. After applying Neosporin with an q-tip and fixing a bandaid onto his finger, we walked back to the campfire and our friends. Along the ridge of the bending dune, I held his little hand in mine, and I pointed out Venus in the night sky, and he exclaimed, “I’ve never seen Venus before! I’ve always wanted to see Venus! This is the best day ever!” And I think maybe that is a metaphor for what matters.

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