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The list, meticulously typed and laminated, felt cold against Mark's skin. "Visit Japan," it declared. His wife, Chloe, had always been a planner. He slumped onto the sofa, the list clutched in his hand.

He ran his hand through his hair. He called the travel agent immediately and booked a flight. Then he walked over to the closet. He pulled out the worn, yet beloved, camera, his wife's camera.

He took a deep breath. A weight seemed to have lifted from his shoulders. He went and picked up a large bouquet of her favourite flowers, her favourite, sunflowers. He had a lot to do. A lot to plan.