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To my wife, another monthly anniversary. Now in the summer of Copenhagen we swelter, remembering the long, cruel darkness of winter. Now we yearn for breezes and strategically block the sun with blackout drapes. 

But we rest in the summer together, me now on summer break. Your parents will visit in a few weeks and I have time to get my thoughts together or to calm my brain after weeks of running to keep up game development. 

It is a better time. I love you.