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  • I remember at 23 Annie and I talked about growing old together. All we needed was a nice enough place to live and one another. A park bench to watch the people go by and a coffee or tea by our sides seemed like plenty to keep us satisfied. That was 1983, that was then. Annie and her all engulfing hugs almost my size. When we hugged, we melded into one and I knew that the world was right, just right. Kids, husbands and miles and miles between us and I still think of her every day. The first Spring day and I want to share the wonder with her, a crazy fear of growing old and I want to share it with her, a new thought, a new sentence and I wonder what Annie would think of my idea. Here we are 50 and 51, trying to ride the waves of our separate lives, moving through life and sometimes pausing to sit on that bench together. Satisfied, yes very satisfied with life.
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