91 words: Panic Room

Seven years ago, one chance meeting, a thousand phone calls, 275 emails, late night drives to the bakery, 23 different cities, 7 countries, countless mornings eating avocado on toast (with the crusts cut off), counting clouds above our faces, nights spent in truck beds/camper vans/apartment floors, one loose promise, even more loose nights, a hasty marriage in Tibet, angry faces pressed to tight pillowcases, seven job changes, a box full of secrets, signs and signs and signs and signs, too many hands in dirty dish water, but still the promise, loose but hanging on.

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