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  • I met Jacques when we were both nineteen. We were both working as volunteers in a citrus orchard on a kibbutz.

    Jacques had light brown hair, almond shaped eyes with thick eyelashes. His dark brown eyebrows met in the middle giving him an intense look.

    He was very slim with a nervous energy that had an electrifying effect on the people around him.

    We spent hours talking about our families and our ideas about religion and wondered about the state of the world.

    He was from Mexico and I was from England. We were from different cultures but we were twin souls.

    We told each other ghost stories and held each other shaking and laughing, having scared ourselves.

    And we are still together after forty two years.
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