Ring  − 6 May, 2003

I proposed to Marja this afternoon. We were down in the Arboretum, walking along the Huron River. The run-off from snow melts had swelled the water up the banks. I could hear the current in my head, and it drowned out everything else: thoughts, anxiety, the sound of my heart.

All I could think about was her. I thought about our life together. Scenes from the future flashed in my mind whenever I blinked. Oh the things I saw.

And she said --

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