The dogwoods are still blooming, here, and the hostas as big as Rian has ever seen. It is so very much like Virginia, the woods creep up to the very edge of life. Virginian Rian both loved and hated them. So drawn, so tempted to chase the ghosts that surely walk in the shade. Too long in the green and Rian might become one of them.
Someone Else misrembered proper wedding attire so Rian took the rental car and went in search of a Mall. Remembered how to navigate clover leafs, found the Mall and also the white clapboard church, and then nearly ran off the road and into the green whilst glotzing Mary Goodwin's grave.
Tonight is Rehearsal Dinner.

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