The House in the Photographs
I did not cry until the Tuesday.
What I did on the Saturday night was open a laptop and start a folder and put things in it in a numbered order with a date on each one, because that is the only competence I have that is portable.
Here is what went into the folder that night, in order, because the order is the thing.
One. The nineteen photographs and two videos, exported with their metadata intact, which took me an hour to work out how to do properly and which mattered later more than anything else in the file.
Two. Our marriage certificate.
Palm Beach County, issued the seventh of October 2021, recorded the twentieth.
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