By Marguerite Jill Dye We rode on a tractor-pulled hayride up to the wedding ground. The mountain glowed in late the day sun that lit up the orchard and colorful woods. When the bagpipes began, we led the procession, then […]
By Marguerite Jill Dye We rode on a tractor-pulled hayride up to the wedding ground. The mountain glowed in late the day sun that lit up the orchard and colorful woods. When the bagpipes began, we led the procession, then […]
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