…was my wedding dress.
Bright ivory lace.
The same tiny hand-stitched flowers my grandmother had sewn sixty years earlier.
Two women were examining the sleeves.
Another held up the veil to the sunlight.
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…was my wedding dress.
Bright ivory lace.
The same tiny hand-stitched flowers my grandmother had sewn sixty years earlier.
Two women were examining the sleeves.
Another held up the veil to the sunlight.