Whenever I think of Avanti, I hear her infectious laughter.
Every time I've met her since, as barely sensible adults, I am transported to the early/mid 90s when we plotted and promulgated in a Colombo that was perhaps easier, more gentle; an echo of what our parents said to us.
We never really grow up do we.... J M Barrie's Peter Pan was not so much an aberration but insight into this simple fact - we are who we become and we become who we are, and perhaps the trick is to enjoy the endless becoming.
Avanti may you ever remain a joy to be with.
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