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you asked for a sign of commitment “visible for all?” I enquired, for you were never accustomed to wearing jewelry... I pondered for two months and then one day in all innocence you mentioned a ring and I knew that ten years was the time it took you to acquire the desire to show the world... and on an evening of complete surprise you opened a small box, having been lead astray as to its probable contents with quiet jocular interruptions every time you broached the subject a simple silver band, a bit too massive with a small thin arc cut from the metal housing a tiny diamond, an optimistic sparkling for our future and as I watched you slip it onto your finger tears glistened in your eyes, improbable, but such a sign of true contentment lead astray [2007.2.9...a]
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