There was a time before marriage, one of making up your own mind, settling into the quintessence of day, enjoying a solo moment unhindered by even a dream, just a restful moment before your life takes off.
freedom in green blades the softest sprig of Spring brains before marriage stretched out under brightest sun nestled in serenity
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