Ten.Five Hundred & Twenty-Five
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The three of them on the sofa watching a television show. Is it even 6 am yet?
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Scones. I stick the butter in the freezer and set out the flour, baking powder, sugar, salt, cream.
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Sometimes, the more crumbly, the better.
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The heat of the coffee in my hands. Fog all around.
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We have an owl. A real owl this time. It’s staring at us. Us at it.
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Just a few miles down the highway and the sun begins to break through.
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From the bridge we see sailboats and military ships. Oh, that was an island. Treasure island.
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Fat pigeons. One glass of Malbec. Cheeseburger and fries.
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We can’t find parking. Newbies. We go home without having achieved the goal. I relax into the reality of it. We came all this way and all I got to do was eat a burger. But it only takes us an hour to get home. And this is reassuring.
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“…and you’re the sky.”