Hark, now hear the sailors cry
Smell the sea and feel the sky
Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic
It is hard to describe the connection that Seth and Sara have. I wanted to bottle it up in a jar, with rainbow sprinkles, and take it with me back to the cold north to warm me for the rest of the winter. I felt truly lucky, so lucky, to get to document the joyous celebration of these two coming together. I think everyone felt lucky.
And I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
And magnificently we will flow into the mystic