She told me, in all seriousness, that they had discussed how they would end their days together and had agreed that, when the time came, when they were old and tired, they would walk off into the woods together and just keep going until the end came. It was not surprising that they, still in their early twenties, would contemplate the end; after all they had just recently taken vows where they had solemnly promised to become one, and to endure sickness together and to be separated only by death. I, also still young, was impressed by and in support of the decision made by two people newly united together. From our vantage point in 1964, projecting far, far into the future, I could picture the two of them, still in love but bent with age, holding hands on their trek into a woods somewhere.
Of course, it didn't happen that way, but still, "The woods are lovely, dark and deep."
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