When I get married, I want it to be
on a beach, and
back in time, on the top
of the World Trade Center, we'd install
a beach on the tower to the East
or South, whichever way they're aligned, and I guess
the beach itself would have to be imported. Sand
trucked or helicoptered up, and - well,
there must already be swimming pools
up there, right? Put salt water in, and
start a wave machine. Then come
the vows.
Years later,
back forward in time,
people will not exactly understand
how we pulled all that off. I guess
when you don't have a time machine,
or priorities,
you tend to scoff.
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