Logistically, it was the worst place to have a wedding. An apple orchard down the path from Elysia's house she grew up in. On a tiny, boat access only, island. People came from far and wide to celebrate Davison and Elysia. Many planes, ferries, automobiles and speedboat rides later, they gathered in the same orchard Elysia took many of her first steps, and watched her take her very last steps as an single woman. It was perfect.
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