Watson's Mill Bridge

When I was five, my Mom remarried...

...the ceremony was held in an old, covered bridge...

...the bride entered from one end, the groom from the other...

...and they met the preacher in the middle...

...during the ceremony, candle wax dripped on my hand...

...and I screamed bloody murder...

...it took some effort, but I finally calmed down...

...and they lived happliy ever after...



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