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To my love, know that I’m turning on the heat on to make sure our home is warm when you come home. It’s the darkening of the year, where the sun vanishes in Seattle for months and you get that cutting rain that feels colder than freezing. At least we are sheltered and at peace. Thank you for being kind and supportive as I get close to the finish line again, but then… no. You’ve been supportive, even when I don’t remember as I fret about the future.