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To my wife. Happy monthly anniversary in Berlin, where the depressive shroud that is winter slowly gives way to spring. Where the local park has planted flowers budding white, yellow, and purple. Where the snow has stopped and the sun is lasting minutes longer per day. Where families and dogs are appearing in the memorial grounds to lounge in the greening grass. The city is coming back to life, seasons are moving forward in that hopeful, energetic way where anything seems possible and you can rebound from any setback. I hope this is true. I hope the job lands with confirmation so we can break out of this holding pattern. We can move on. I will no longer be the spouse in the desert.