Labels:text | screenshot | font | violet | purple OCR: What Did I Say Thirty five years ago, I heard "for richer", meaning that we two, would plan to build what now, is vanished like a dream. "For poorer", meant beginning, not surcease. "For better" meant an end to walk-up flat, Salvation Army garments, things like those. The car, the house, the cottage by the lake ... "For worse" means letting go, of what we'd got. "In sickness", time would heal, "a day in bed ... " the broken bones would knit, the heart as well. "In health" --- thanks be, I still have some to boast despite the stiffened joints and aching back. Life is a bell curve, now becoming flat --- or crested wave, dissolving as years pass. But still, I huddle spooned, into each night's embrace and waken, in the morning, to your face. Copyright (c) 1993 - Joan Latchfor
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