Then, after she had disappeared into the woods, he lay in the water for another ten minutes feeling the kiss many times. He decided then that he would love her forever no matter what came to pass. It was not so much a matter of deciding as accepting the inevitability of it.
from Snow Falling on Cedars, by David Guterson, 1995
Cannon Beach, Oregon, October 2008
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