We got married beneath the most enormous willow... it had fallen over and had just kept on growing... we stood in front of a forrest of cotton wood trees... the light dappled in through the tree trunks and falling down leaves... the landrover that brought us to the forest was the very same first series I grew up riding around on as a little girl in botwana... I walked to the most haunting and moving version of 'some where over the rainbow...' amazingly it stopped raining just as we arrived... It was beautiful. I cried. A lot. And I wore red shoes.
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| Dance me to the end of love... |
If ever you get the chance to go to the Eastern Freestate. Go.
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