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Happy monthly anniversary, my love. We’ve been home, in our new home, for a month. The moving boxes are fewer. Pictures and other memories are going on walls. The haze of Europe is fading. We’ve always lived here, among the trees in our humble home outside of Seattle. We have put the traveling circus of Europe behind us and have chosen to breathe and rest among coffee, rain, friends, and much more. It is peaceful for now, and I hope you are happy amid the familiar green.