Thoughts posted at The Creative Act.

September 18, 2008

Here I stand; she holds my hand.

 

The smell of wet earth fills my nostrils, and the late summer sun warms my face. The wind blows foretelling a storm.

 

Everyone is here but you. No one knows what to say but they all look beautiful. Suits, dresses, nice shoes, and colourful ties contrast the grey, green, and brown.

 

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