on the 7th Kirill picked me up from Redhook at 5:30pm instead of 12 so we missed the wedding ceremony. but
I heard that, when they kissed, someone let out butterflies that quickly spiraled up into the air.
Later, we released Chinese lanterns mimicking their flight.
The bonfire, the candles, the sparklers, the younger sister spinning wild a fire hoola hoop.
The chatter, the pastel dresses and freely flowing wine, the tables laden with food and the grass stamped out from late and later-night dancing, the glow of song in the air melding with the hum of sparks and smoke.
The smiles and fretful caring of the happy couple.
The morning after we cleaned up and left "joy to them, joy to them".
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