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Jan 2014
To walk down the cobblestone in her long white dress
The sun streaming down gleaming off her shoulders.
He follows close behind and is mesmerized with her sway
She yearns for him to look at her like she's the only one.
Her smile brighter than a thousand suns
He knows she's the only one.
This is his wife.
Peyton Curran
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Peyton Curran  Portland, Maine
(Portland, Maine)   
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