A Summer Evening to Forget
The food was plentiful, the drinks were flowing, and our shoulders swayed to the summertime beats that harmonized with the spirit of the evening. This was, if for one night, a chance to let go; let go of our worries, let go of our collective grief, let go of our inhibitions. It was, in every sense, an evening to forget.
We forgot as we devoured the hearty pastas, we forgot as we tore into the crust of our focaccia pizzas, we forgot as the fine bubbles of prosecco hit our tongues, we forgot as we raised our Spritzes and beers (and yes, even coffees) to the notion that we had all just gone through something separately but together.
And that will never be forgotten.
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