Even though I grew up as a Sephardic Jew in Brooklyn where we ate Syrian food and went to temple, it was still America.

The wedding was in Monterey, a sombre boding ceremony in a little Protestant chapel. The church had so often seen two ripe bodies die by the process of marriage that it seemed to celebrate a mystic double death with its ritual.

Beautiful creatures cant be confined they break the rusted ribcage and let their butterflies fly

Donot forget to cheer up in this humdrum life. You never know what lies tomorrow..!!

Written By Its Appy

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