My Marriage Ceremony Writing Loves Her Green Baby Book
It was a finely-tuned beautiful morning. Gone was yesterday’s struggle. A crow cawed 4 times. It was very peaceful. Most of the gravel was damp from the rain shower last night. A large pool of water shimmered. A crow cawed 5 times. New birds chirped with clear voices. Whatever ordeal I had was unraveling to the drone of a plane overhead. A newborn baby cried at the top of her lungs. The lake of rainwater filled a deep bootprint. Drying gravel made little pops and crackling sounds. I’m in love with Anna in this.
Everything was very real, alive and happening. Two small planes crossed paths. Water gushed through a vent. Musical church bells rang at 9:45. After excruciating strain, I was glad I was alive holding onto her key important things. A small plane crossed again. Some kind of pike and kind of indent was slowly making its way out. I was awake and alive and in love. I couldn’t say that enough times to myself. The jittering bird had returned. Instead of hearing imposing noise, I heard music. A small plane burbled overhead. I’m in love with Anna in this.
The bootmark was filled to the brim. Water around it shimmered and rippled continuously. The breeze was light. It was cool. After that horrible wave of sorrow, it was delightful. Orb of Sun was goodness itself, and I felt emotion deep, flooding with love. The burbling plane returned. The sky was very bright and faded in the light. Large scores of jumbled cloud fit the fair blue yonder to the west. Green was all around me. Baby green bright and soft decorated the trees. It felt like a special day. Damp tar was shiny and black. There was no fear-born spiral downward but a rising up from its wake. I’m in love with Anna in this.
A crow cawed with wry smile, adding 2 more quickly. Plus another 2 and 2 more. A dog barked as the burbling plane went for the airport. White puffy clouds expanded above her greening mountain of love. A procession of clouds looked heavy and thick, far too dense to be floating in the sky. A strand of spider’s web dangled like a wire between the green funnel and a large vent. The tiny spider circumnambulated until she found herself on the green tin corner by the black tar. She made her way up the yellow brick wall. The sowbug was halfway up there, crawling quickly into a crack. I was broadening my horizons for true love. I’m in love with Anna in this.
My dreamwork seamstress loves her green sun dress. My image house completed loves her construction photographs. My consummate caring loves her healthy body. My recording project loves her complete performance. My harvest profit loves her ripe organic corn. My boat built loves her travel plans. My marriage ceremony writing loves her green baby book. My prize athlete loves her swimming reward. My authentic actor loves her natural actress. I love her lunar black bible verse from my Egyptian box. “Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.” -John 14:27. I love Anna Dirksen.