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The roads were rutted and muddy. I glanced down into one puddle and thought, “This is me, on my wedding day.” My long hair was in braids on top my head. My clothes were clean. Momer had made me a wreath of laurel.
I looked up and saw ----- and his father waiting for us at the church. So that’s what he looks like, I thought, studying his broad farmer’s face.
That had been in 1567.
I had looked like this.