The matrimony of Matthew and Maya began humbly, in a verdant redwood grove. Three of the best looking guests watch the ceremony.
But celebration and pageantry were inevitable.
Light stringers forged a glowing tableau.
Spin, spin.
The Groom.
Debauch.
A contingent of gypsies shared in revels.
They howled at the river and swam in the moon.
T'was good.
