Jan 7 small stone

The music begins to play as the bride, resplendent in white, glides along the hilltop toward her patiently waiting groom.   A powerful gust of wind blows.  It steals the bride’s veil, as if a lone protestor, tearing it away before changing its mind and dropping it to the ground.  The bride walks on, undeterred. 

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