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Seventy-five

A sharp January wind fluttered the curtains in the farmhouse that day. There wasn’t a stage, a pulpit or even an aisle runner. There was just a living room and a small gathering of friends and family. The lack of extravagance didn’t matter as the two twenty-year-olds exchanged vows—vows that would hold for three-fourths of… Continue reading Seventy-five

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