we were caught in the rain.
you were worried for your hat and so I
stuck it up the skirt of my dress like a lunatic.
we were new-ish and broken-ish.
we were moments of brilliant love and lust.
catastrophes of trauma and fear.
we were excited and exciting.
we were set on fire like
flax stalks in open fields. discarded
and heaped together to be set ablaze and
give warmth to the night.
we were in orbit.
we were barflies and bookworms.
we were vagabonds and guests of honour.
we were the center of attention in the darkest corner of the room;
a magnetic force drawing glaces and whispers like
useless iron filings of attention.
we were passengers on a train.
we were adorned in furs.
we were clad in denim.
we were mistaken and correcting.
we were self medicating and lonely.
we were a sight to behold while
we were hiding from view.
we were one.
we were two.
we are three.
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The wedding photo - what brand of Christianity? It looks like a lovely country church.
So precious, so honest, so beautiful