The strongest memory is of its scent of clear blue sky and growing green. White dresses in two long rows from the littlest to the senior girls wearing nylons for the first time. Lilies in waves of perfume each time someone holds one to the wind. The Holy Mother marble white and coldly awaiting her crown this May sunny Sunday. The smiling bride, white and nyloned and highheeled and face cooled by a covering veil. She holds the pillow and the shiny golden crown.
Blue and green, harsh gold, and purest white–for at least this day–young girls.
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