She came from the south. He came from the sticks. Somehow, they made all this from pixels and love.
Monday, October 20, 2008
Ritual and superstition govern the day. The rings must be kept, the bride must remain unseen. Everything must go just so and it rarely does. But when you got a less than fifty fifty chance, you follow all the superstitions that you can.
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