On choosing gold

Dear A.B., E.D., F.K., J.S., L.B., R.M., S.C.D.,

The bride wore black all weekend, and she wants to say: I sang. Quietly, softly, in my stuffed head, I sang from love. You are beautiful, I am blessed and I say,

Thank you, and I love you.
L.B.

One is not born a woman, but becomes one. -Simone de Beauvoir