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Falls Beginning
By Nancy Lindquist | September 17, 2007
Veil-shrouded, the bride clutches her orange, red and brown bouquet in an ever tightening grip. With each step forward, she brings us colder to the altar of hats and cocoa warmed fingers. Days of soup and snuggled comfort.
She leaves behind a single girl’s dances flower bedecked beauty, to rise a regal queen, her cheeks still tinged with cherry blush, to remind you of the glorious youth she now leaves behind, for deeper joys.
