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Several decades from now, Wayne and I will be sitting in church.
He'll have his arm around me, claiming me as his own.
We may be singing a hymn, or listening to a speaker.
There's a little girl sitting a few rows back.
She notices how happy Wayne and I are.
She says a prayer, that one day she'll have what Wayne and I have.
And the cycle will start all over again with her, many years down the line.