put off your winter, clothe yourself in spring
When Hisana wore the bridal white, those of the Kuchiki family who had deigned to attend muttered to each other that it was more than appropriate; she was dead to the whole of her previous life, whatever it might have been, and the sooner it was left behind, the better.
She reappeared after the ceremony in a brightly coloured kimono, as vivid as the flowers which ornamented the hall. She turned her face up to her new husband for a kiss, and a polite ripple of applause ran around the hall.
And the birds sang sweetly, sweetly; after joy, sorrow.
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