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Our tale begins with a pair of runaways who needed no one's approval, only each other.
They ran to their favourite woodland glade, close to the beating heart of England, and tried in vain to stop their own hearts racing...
...as they awaited the arrival of the only other person in possession of their secret.
And she would perform a rite,
as they delivered their handwritten promises to each other, crafted from a commitment that will anchor them both like the roots of the trees that bore witness.
Emotions ran high...
...feelings deep.
A kiss to the applause of rustling leaves.
No plaudits or speeches; just a seating plan for two...
...and the freedom to delight in the most special of days,
...and perhaps a little wine.
No outfit change, just his jacket around her shoulders to keep out the chill,
....and the long walk home, wherever that may be.
The End
With thanks to Jazz and Mark and Sharon Gordon Celebrant (Wild at Heart Ceremonies)
