Cue the Spiritual Sevens.

      As a child I was good at remembering birthdays and anniversaries, although there was one that I confused consistently. My maternal grandparents were married on April 21st, 1926, and I often wrongly remembered it as April 26th. It is not difficult to see how the numbers of the day and the year might transpose in my childish memory.
     It felt very correct and orderly when, decades later, I met my late partner, who had been born on April 26th. I felt as though ...
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