A Random Daydream

My boots were of finest russet color, and my wedding dress icy blue. The satin dress had a bell skirt that billowed about me, the organza hem tickling against my legs; it was a cold and desolate day, and the wedding pavilion deserted. I was the only one there, the chairs, ancient, yet fresh, left as though the audience had been there only moments ago.

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  1. Anonymous10:18 PM

    what unconventional wedding attire. i love this passage.

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  2. Anonymous7:04 AM

    Hey, U write an extremely well. Keep on trying, I bet you will be a very good writer one day. Good luck in your way of life....
    .....
    Arafat

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  3. Anonymous12:20 PM

    Very insightful. =]

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