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November 8, 2012
The weather shifts: sunshine disappears and it begins to go grey, cooling almost toward cold. Will the weather will cooperate with an outdoor ceremony at noon-thirty? A breeze kicks up, demanding that the bride use the beaded hairpins purchased from Kesstryl back in April, a perfect mix of purple and green and just long enough to catch her hair wound into a waterfall of curls. It only needs to last for a few hours before it can collapse under the weight of itself. Like the dress and cakes, it doesn’t seem to be working out; Plan B may be needed.