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My Rosie, My Sam

Carefully Rosie studies the small flowers (bright colors now a dull brown) pressed between the book pages. Unexpectedly a fresh bouquet is placed on the table beside the book. A light kiss is pressed against her wrinkled cheek.

"Happy anniversary."

"You remembered!" she exclaims, turning and kissing Sam's cheek in turn.

He sighs deeply. "It feels like it happened yesterday."

"Fifty years…"

"You are still the loveliest lass in the Shire, my Rosie."

"And you, my Sam, are the handsomest hobbit I ever beheld."

Sam smiles happily, then cuts off his wife's giggles with a loving kiss.

THE END