Today we share a bottle of champagne, the colour of antique gold or ancient wedding dresses, on a bench overlooking the afternoon sea, and laughter rises up, a rush of bubbles and blossom. We lose the cork in the long grass but take endless photos to remember everything else.
And I wonder if someone walking past tomorrow will find it or perhaps they will hear our champagne giggles bouncing off the cliffs.
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