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  1. Re: the photo of the day.
    She had dreamed of marrying in a white satin and lace gown with hundreds of handsewn pearl beads and miles of Spanish lace, maybe in a rose garden drowning in blooms. Instead here she sat, hunched over her ancient iron sewing machine, salvaging the lace from one of her grandmother’s stained table-clothes to adorn the collar of her best cotton dress. No matter. She was marrying the man of her dreams. His blue eyes the exact color of the water that melted off the glaciers high up in the mountains. The cotton dress would be perfect.

    Sorry, saw that photo and got a bit carried away. Let the romance begin! Thanks for the muse….

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