The splashing of pink rain boots announced her impending arrival. Even though it was their wedding day, only she was happy.
Everyone else was acting like the day–gloomy, dark, and dreary. Sure, the weather was miserable, but did all the guests have to be miserable, too?
Finally, with her arrival, the guests came to life! She had exchanged her pink rain boots for even pinker slippers, and as she danced into the sanctuary, the guests applauded. Some even laughed!
How could they not? I mean, here was the lovely, accomplished, prim and proper wedding harpist, not only in pink slippers, but dancing down the aisle, harp strapped securely to her chest, playing with abandon, heralding the bride’s all-important entrance!
Only the bride was unhappy now. Why, oh why, did she have to follow the harpist? Everyone was paying attention to the wrong woman coming down the aisle!
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My response to Dylan’s
First Line Friday
