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we’re wizards, we’ll party forever
this night will never endbrb, crying.
Sunday, July 17. We’re at the Esther Earl Rockin’ Charity Ball, and it’s nearly 1 a.m., and we’ve sung “Total Eclipse of the Heart” too many times. The staff and guests are on stage, but they’re tired, and everyone’s ready to dissipate into their own post-ball groups.
And even though Melissa Anelli wants us to leave. And even though Alex Carpenter’s stopped playing the music, I hear the faint chorus of this song. People sway. Suddenly, we’re all arm-around-waist swaying and singing. A capella. Matt Maggiacomo is no where to be seen, at least from where I stood.Even though our feet hurt, I was sweaty and we were collectively tired, we sang. We rejoiced. We celebrated.
We celebrated the life of the friend to all, the people on the stage who brought us all together, the friends we held with whom we shared the moment.
In the first book, Dumbledore says, and I’m paraphrasing, that music is a magic beyond all that professors teach at Hogwarts.
And even though the music had stopped. We pressed on. We didn’t want the night to end. And I think it still lives on. It still hasn’t ended. This life is such a wondrous night.
Reblogging again for what Ryan said. (Now I’m actually crying. >_<)
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Grizzly Bear Cubs
Photograph by Oliver Klink
Grizzly Cubs are unpredictable. At one moment they look at you with their intrigued eyes, and suddenly run away scared at unknown behavior. These two seven-month-old cubs thought that holding hands would make the danger disappear.
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