Vernaccia:
On the 2nd day of Tishri 5770, a lovely chuppah covered with ceremonial tallit found itself on a rocky shore of Gloucester, MA.
Vernaccia:
One couldn't wish for a more perfect day.
Vernaccia:
The scene was awash in soft afternoon light, warm breeze carrying sounds of the sea.
Vernaccia:
Musicians were playing outside a quaint New England Inn.
Vernaccia:
Raise high the roof-beam, carpenters. Like Ares comes the bridegroom, taller far than a tall man. (Sappho, Fr. 91)
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You have stolen my heart, my sister, my bride; you have stolen my heart with one glance of your eyes, with one jewel of your necklace. (Song 4:9)
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Until the day breaks and the shadows flee, I will go to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of incense. (Song 4:6)
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Your lips draw sweetness as the honeycomb, my bride; milk and honey are under your tongue. (Song 4:11)
Vernaccia:
Back at the cottage the party was getting under way.
