May 19, 2009

• The power of imagination

  “Oh how I can’t wait to be married!” the girl cried, “My wedding day will be wonderful.  There will be singing and dancing, and all the people I’ve ever known will be there.  My man and I will get to the altar, confess our true love, and then kiss each other passionately.  He’ll be my everything, my prince charming, my knight in shining armor!!  Then we’ll run out of the church as the people throw confetti, and we’ll run to the top of a hill with a path running up it, and he’ll pick me up and take me off into the sunset!—“
  “—Now now,” I interrupted, “Let’s not get carried away.”

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