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Did they fall in love?
Their siblings,
friends,
Exchanging furtive glances
Amid the din of conversation
At social gatherings.
Was it the push of time;
Calling for their own independence?
Their parents encouraged the union;
Not love but the pull of convention.
Standing on the bay,
Newly married.
The harvest in, and the geese on their yearly journey.
He promised to build them
A house where they stood.
His hand weaving their future in the air.
Ring gleaming with their vows.
Their bodies still a mystery to be discovered.
A farm, an orchard, and eight children that will live.
A long happy life together.
In the space of two centuries
The ceaseless waves will wash their trace away.