Pulse

Step. Pause. Step. Pause. Tempo of thousands of things. So hearts beat, clockhands advance, so winter turns to spring. Step. Pause. Step. Pause. So brides, like flowers, move lightly along the aisles of June, in blossom, and in love.

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