I was on the edge of the stairs leading to a beach along Big Sur. I didn’t want to intrude on a wedding, but, after all, it was a public beach and the bagpiper (to the left of the bride) had drawn me to the scene. I wish them luck.
Here are my labels: grandfather, father, veteran, writer, poet, photographer and dreamer in pursuit of the meaning of life. Getting close, although I'm running out of time--probably why I'm so close.
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