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The spark had gone out of their love life, but she was loyal to the enth degree and she is still with them. We walked and talked through the spring winds, the summer fogs, the autumn heat and sunshine, and the winter rains, up on the hill. We talked anything and everything, movies, TV, news stories, philosophy, Buddhism, religion and spirituality in general, politics, the day's events, family, anything at all. We went to movies sometimes once a week. Now and then we went out to dinner. We had a few fights but mostly not, and the only one I can remember was my fault. She was a Buddhist. I was not. I thought they were too progressive. I was a pagan. She was tough and never gave in if she thought she was right, and I was the same. So there were certain disagreements that were never resolved and we had things to argue about in a friendly way. My opinion is in such matters as these, is why would I want to talk to myself?
She lived with her family and I with mine. On Saturday mornings after our walk, she came to my place where we had coffee and spent the morning. She didn't smoke as a rule, but smoked a little when I did. How great is that? We went fishing now and then, which I used to do in those days, usually to the reservoirs in the east bay for trout. We back-packed in the summer. At some point she also picked up a stray. He was an Akita mix about the size of a Shepard and she named him Repo. He was maybe a year or two old.
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