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It was sunny, clear and perfectly warm. I was at a low-budget resort by the ocean and Kathy was getting married to a woman who looked like a younger Gertrude Stein. The woman never spoke. Kathy told me Anya was due to arrive at 8am the morning of the wedding. The wedding would take place at 5pm. I thought 5pm seemed kind of silly, but it meant that I could spend all if not most of the day in the water. By 8:30am Anya still hadn't arrived and I used the excuse of going to find her to get down to the water. We were situated up high on some cliff, or dune. Though the wedding was the most important event of the day, and I wanted to be present for Kathy, I felt the most incredible urge to abandon it all to go be in the ocean.