The flying bride (Rousse)

I floated upright in my shell pink satin wedding gown until I was just above the street lamps of south Morningside. IS gazed up at me in wonder.

I had no idea of how or why I was able to fly unaided with such ease, but felt terribly sorry for those who didn’t share my gift.

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