A Lasting Love
The following autumn brought with it a riot of color, the Alaskan landscape ablaze with fiery reds, oranges, and golds. Sara, perched on a stool behind the counter of their bookstore, watched the leaves swirl outside, their descent mirroring the peaceful settling of her heart. Tanner, ever observant, appeared beside her, a steaming mug of coffee in his hand. He placed it gently on the counter, the warmth of the ceramic a small reflection of the warmth that permeated their lives. “Busy day?” he asked, his voice a low rumble that calmed her even before she had a chance to answer. “Relatively,” she replied, a smile gracing her lips. “But the kind of busy that leaves me feeling energized, not drained. Remember those early days when we were barely keeping our heads above water?” Tanner chuck
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