South Africa, 1958. Red dust, low green hills. A bride and groom make their way through a crowd of swaying villagers who clap and chant a ritual wedding song. Tribesmen draped in striped blankets beat the rhythm on painted drums. After the marriage feast, the couple walk in the countryside. She gathers the train of her bridal dress with one hand; the other is intertwined in his. "If only we didn't have to go back," he says. She looks up, all fresh anticipation. "I wonder what our life will be like?" she asks. Then: "I know one thing. Life with you...
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