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November 11, 2012
The wind continued in a gently persistent manner, wreaking havoc with the groom’s Bobby Short tie. He looked very fine in the blue suit. The ceremony script was simple and managed to be traditional in feel, even if the words were not: it managed to convey this was a joining of equals. The bride and groom were so happy, they verged on being silly, so much so that the minister was having a hard time not losing it himself. This was something to take time with and enjoy, to revel in, even if (particularly because?) it was a brief ceremony.