The ninety-ninth thing I love about us is dreaming of perfect places to be with you. A cozy cabin nestled in smooth white drifts of snow and warmed by mellow flames in its fireplace. A tropical beach with bright turquoise waters glinting at us in the sunshine. The moon -- Earth lounging jewel-like in the black sky above our crystal-clear dome tent.
And here, of course. I mean, wherever we are together, that's a perfect place too.
I don't know about the moon ... it's all dusty and no-breathy! But I guess as long as we have a good enough tent!
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