Wednesday, March 3, 2010


Rain tapped at the tiny attic window. Huddled in front of a warm cup of tea, the bride packed her steamer trunk. Her thoughts returned to the wedding.
The "something old" was her mothers wedding dress, plain but beautiful. The "something new" was her raw gold nugget wedding ring. The "something borrowed lay on the table in front of her,  a large magnificent feather from the head of the Raven clan.  And the"something blue"was a rather intriguing bead made from glass.

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