Ten.Five Hundred & Forty-Nine
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Happy New Year.
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This is the kind of dark and quiet I like.
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Bacon and scrambled eggs. No coffee because I don’t like what it’s been doing to me these past few days. Who am I kidding? I’ll make myself a cappuccino in a few hours.
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A freshly fallen lemon. The oranges are getting more orange. It seems like a silly thing to say out loud except I also know that there is something to giving voice to your noticings.
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What’s that voice? Whose tv is blaring? Oh. That’s the city’s New Year’s Day 5k.
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30 minutes of writing. Devotion.
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Bird shadows.
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She asks me if I am learning to read water. I say, “yes, actually I am. I just learned about how to read puddles. How you can tell which way is North after a rain.” She can’t believe it.
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Beef stroganoff. A blend from Languedoc.
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Bella’s heart chakra blend. I’ve been wearing it every night after the showers. The smell of it is youth and soft skin and joy.