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Fall painted thick, brillant strokes across the scene. Deep hunter green. Worn rusty yellow. Rich crimson burgundy.

And there in the center, they were.
Young and in love and with a story uniquely their own.

The morning crisp and with a scent of change.
Not just with the weather.
But their lives.

How two–with the promise of I will and the ring around her finger–forever would become one.
Change.
The good kind. The breathtaking kind.
Change.
Where colors of their lives, laughs, memories, paths would now be theirs together.
Strokes of change painted their today and will paint their tomorrow.

Brillant, beautiful strokes…..