Up the hill and on through the fog they came, and as they came, they morphed and changed, aging before my very eyes and shedding the trappings and clothing of those days when we shared an association with one another.
Their numbers increased as they came until we were all reunited as when Jacob and Esau met on the plain.
The throng filled the chapel, quad, and campus center. Children clung to legs, and spouses, alien to our shared experiences, hung aloof or exchanged pleasantries. All the aspirations and ambition of those former days had resulted in this- for some it was less and for others more.
And as I looked about I saw a man standing alone in the misty periphery as one waiting to be told he could leave. I felt an urge to give him his release, but it was not mine to give.
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