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But never mind, Alex, all is forgiven. To the extent that what takes place within a space reverberates and lingers, I bequeath to you the dim echo of New Year’s Eve dinners for 16 in black tie; lazy Sunday mornings; a candlelight picnic in a blackout; a long recuperation with friends at my bedside reading P.G. Wodehouse novels aloud; a Christmas tree trimmed with small photos by someone I loved; a Super Bowl party preceded by a curbside tailgate; and the occasional spontaneous outburst of dancing brought on by a favorite song, for an audience of no one. May the memories you make there be as happy as the ones I take away.
