The Wedding

Every step was wide but rhythmic and steady at the impulse of the beating drums. Though I could have reached out my arms and touched a dozen people all at once, not one thought was spared on fear of collision. Like a school of fish, the masses and I glided seamlessly forward over the grassy valley, the mountains rising up all around like an onlooking crowd. At the command of the awaiting groom, the prince of the air surrendered and the tamed wind snapped gently at our white attire. The many colors of skin accented the pure white of the clothing wrapped around shoulders, resting on heads, buttoned down the middle, and whipping through ankles. Our faces pointed ahead, eyes locked intently on a long-awaited dream, concealing smiles too broad and deep to be worn.
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