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  • I sat spell bound
    listening to him and
    For the first time In
    my experience, agreeing
    with another’s take on life.

    His refreshingly innocent
    philosophy engendered love
    in me. I needed to be part
    of his life and wanted him to
    take me for his wife.

    I knew my parents
    guarded their religion
    jealously, rejecting the seed
    of another in their family
    but how could I let this
    precious man go?

    I knew I should follow
    him to the end of my days.
    And in doing so embrace the
    Wrath of my mother
    and my father.

    But I trusted in my
    intuition that living
    with him would give fruition
    to the gradual opening
    of my soul.

    So I bade farewell to my
    extended family as
    I had seen a different
    reality that they
    would never understand

    image: records me, Jacques, our two daughters with baby son; visiting Jacques paternal grandmother in Paris 1982
  • the next two images show me and Jacques at a folk festival in Sidmouth. and then posing together six years ago.
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