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Muted Real
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My second wedding was outdoors, with our parents, our two witnesses and our two goddaughters. We were one of fourteen couples. He wore purple and I wore green. The sun was warm in its descent.

People still talk about our first wedding. Less will talk about our second. I like it that way - a smaller affair to keep quietly in my soft heart. The law finally caught up with our hearts, and rather than chide it for taking so long, we merely clasped hands, kissed and let the summer sing around us.
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