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Jan 4
She wore a dress
of “Everglaze” cotton that night,
white with a discreet pattern
of tiny green roses.
I remember it still.

We walked along the beach
and across the causeway
to a rocky island
where we sat
above the pounding waves
of the Southern Ocean.

We were volunteers
at a children’s summer vacation program
and really knew nothing
about each other,
so we just sat and talked,
sharing our two
quite different pasts;
no touching or cuddling.
just talk.

At the end of the program I inquired
“Would you like to meet again?”
and she agreed –
so here we are,
sixty one years later;
two lives so richly shared,
through so many experiences,
and in so many places;
so many memories,
so many friends
and our own wonderful family.

How fortunate we have been.
John Wiley
Written by
John Wiley  81/M/Australia
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