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February 29, 2008
Somber lustre of titanium. Swaying song-span of the Bridge. Bouncing blue toss of the bay. And hopefully, enough sun to warm my shoulders. You and I shall set sail to become “we.”

But when we step back onto the pier, we will mark no mysterious transformation.

We will know nothing new that day. Our journey began so long ago, I believe we would barely note the passage of this milestone - if we had not decided to celebrate it with our dearest ones, and with the cold blue water that drew us together.

You are my ship and my harbor.