Sometimes a moment lingers and the memory it produces is like a snapshot.

One evening I am seated at the counter of a diner. Despite the many vacant stools a young girl, after finishing her meal at a nearby table, sits beside me. She is completely uninterested in my presence but equally enthralled with an unexpected spectacle. With the practiced flicks and swishes of his hands the cook adeptly tames and encourages the unnaturally high flames dancing before us. Her brothers alight on the other side of me. While we perch, we are entranced with these pyrotechnics and await the next leap.

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