No lightning bugs last night, but a huge rambling, sparse New England church with reaching steeple, patchwork halls and whitewashed floors. The rehearsing Flower Girl suffered from cold feet and the Ring Bearer did not deign to show but all else was ruthlessly As Plann'd.
No lightning bugs, but a dinner of gigantic roast chickens and plenty to drink. An Old Spark zinging and a fully tatto'd Southron creature to quiz. Tears and joy and some nerves.
Today a new commitment is wetted.
Rian wants lightning bugs.

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