I will always remember the summer evenings we lingered in the gazebo at the Civic Center before it closed. The fragrance of roses laid heavy on the humid summer air, and I recall watching the insects cluster around the lanterns, obscuring their light, and how valiantly you took out your handkerchief to wipe my brow. Oh, the languor that filled me at your touch. I miss those gentle arms that held me so often through the years. How I wish I could feel them again, but I am alone now as summers come and go. The gazebo is still standing, surrounded by sculptured ornamental shrubs, iris, and gladiolas, and sometimes, with no one aware, I go in and run my fingers over the message that you carved, the one that said we'd never part... copyright July 2000 Judith Anne Labriola
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