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  • It was a rainy day in Pelgrimsrus, a little miner's town in Mpumalanga Province, South Africa.

    With me was a girl. She was all the things boys wanted in girls, and one thing more: big brown eyes; eyes that spoke a language all of its own.

    In 1875, Pelgrimsrus was declared an open digging site, people flocking from all over to find something that is rare, valuable, worth something.

    In 2008, on that day, I found something that was rare, valuable, worth something. It was hidden in those eyes.

    On 19 February, 2011 -- three years later -- I decided to ask the question. I will soon be married to that girl who speaks with her eyes, and I can't be happier.
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