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"That's what I thought, too," she said, and began to smile again. Soon her smile turned into a gentle grin. The dark mood that had gripped us and had receded several times during the past hours, now appeared to have been turned away for good. It was replaced with a hope that actually didn't seem important anymore compared to the excitement of just being alive at the moment, and to be with each other the way we were.
There were tears in her eyes when we kissed. It had been a significant day in every respect. Everything fitted together. When the wheels touch the runway, I remarked that this was probably the finest day we could possibly have had.
She nodded and smiled, touched her necklace, and then added that it must seem totally ridiculous for anyone to make a statement like this in a time of the deepest crisis that ever occurred in the history of humanity. "But I know it is true!" she added and grinned.
I kissed her in response. "This has been our day," I said, "and it still is. May it never end."
She closed her eyes, embraced me, and agreed that it was so, with a kiss.
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Stories about
War
from novels by Rolf A. F. Witzsche
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