The Wedding

Straight paths make him nervous, especially the kind that’s so completely unhindered and unobstructed that he could see the horizon curve around the edges of his eyes. But nothing is gained without a certain amount of discomfort, so he bears with it.

At the end of the path stands a church, and even though it’s the first one he’s ever seen, he makes it the last one he’ll ever see, because his awe is renewed every morning. There’s only heaven in his eyes, and the kind of marriage that, once established, will last forever.

He starts off in the most nervous of states, but with each step, he draws closer to what he calls his home, and by the time he reaches the end, he finds that he can easily lie down and sleep in eternity.

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