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Eighty

His friend is eighty today, and they are to have lunch together. He told me yesterday that he’s known him sixty years, that’s almost as long as I have been alive. They used to make each other laugh, though less so now. Perhaps that is down to the lack of proximity or age, or both. I am glad that they are still connected though. So much of that has fallen away. Though I shall miss him today.

By Ellen Bell

Artist and writer currently living in Aberystwyth.