People love to get married in summer.
Here I am at my wedding.
I was 44, it was my first marriage,
finally willing to give wife a try.
Not before being mother, gypsy, siren, hag.
Not before refusing to read a script someone else wrote.
Not before waiting until the time was right.
It was a hot day, so hot we swam in the frigid Pacific.
It was a special day, all my friends and family were there.
It was a perfect day. See my husband, the human pillow.
That's how we got married,
with love spilling out,
making such a mess on the clean floor.
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