They come no more together…

but their presence is felt and their story remains.DSC_9602-Edit

we are for each other: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life’s not a paragraph

And death i think is no parenthesis

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They came to the same place every year for 25 years.

When she passed away, he scattered her ashes there and this cross high in a tree keeps a vigil.

The story was told by someone who had been coming to that same place with his love for 20 years.

True, enduring love…