We met on a rainy Tuesday in a small bookshop in Lisbon. Jane was reaching for the last copy of a poetry collection; Arthur had already picked it up. He handed it over, they got coffee that turned into dinner, and neither of them has really stopped talking since.

Four years, two apartments, and one very loud cat named Miso later, we are so glad you're here. This little corner of the internet is where you'll find everything you need to celebrate with us on the twentieth of September.