Wedding Nerves

A frigid thrill in the air fades, unfolding a facade of chilling details resting on a house of folded cards. Adorned in pristine white, Amy hallucinates a conviction of forgiveness. The ends meet to justify the beginning of a wedding under a gazebo as crisp, golden-brown leaves crunch beneath our feet; not a thing can stop us now.

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