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Lilac season. Lilacs make me drunk.
Lilacs make me think about ML, a college friend who had the easiest temperament I have still ever known. One day about this time of year, we escaped from campus to visit the Munson Williams Proctor Institute in Utica. Lilac bushes framed the parking lot. We stood on our tiptoes, sniffed the purple lilacs, swooned and giggled. It was a moment of pure happiness.

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