… on a beach in St. John, with a flower in my hair. And the palm trees will be swaying in unison as if to dance with us, happy that we’ll get our wish. It will be sunrise, and the waters crystal blue, waving to come closer to the sand, glistening and reflecting the daybreak’s happy rays as if to welcome us into a new life. The married life. This is the vision of “our” ceremony. And it will happen. Soon.

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