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He smiled at her sincerity.
And for the hundredth time that week, he was startled at her beauty.
Strange.
Seven years they'd been married.
He knew her mind pretty well, by now, its quick perceptions and sympathies, its painful insistence on truth and directness, its capacity for love almost too deep for a man to reciprocate, even in part.
But her beauty always surprised him anew.

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