Putting my Feet in the Dirt April 3

The stars stood on standby as he waited for her to enter. Anticipation was palpable as the guests quietly gathered in the grove. The bowing birch trees gave way to the altar’s path. The groom was unsteady in nervous expectation.

Suddenly music notes sounded, the stars alit, and he saw his bride.

April Writing Prompts

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