The best kind of kiss is the unexpected; unplanned ones that pounce as you would expect, like in the middle of a cigarette….
“…The bride (my mother) wore a gown of oyster slipper satin, with an old Limerick lace veil and a diamanté coronet. She carried a bouquet of yellow roses…”
Irish Times 15th January 1953 – The wedding of Liam O’Reilly and Kath Byrne
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