Our story
How we got here
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Under the cypress
A wrong turn in a botanical garden, a shared umbrella, and a conversation that outlasted the rain.
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The long table
Two cities, one recipe book, and Sunday letters pressed with leaves from wherever we had been.
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Among the ferns
He knelt where the glasshouse meets the lake, and the evergreen held its breath with us.