Ten.Six Hundred & Sixteen
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Time has changed.
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Biscuit with butter and jelly and a cup of coffee. Not much time to read since time has escaped me this morning.
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Putting it down. I don’t need to carry this.
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There’s something about the voice. How it gets to this shrieking tone or pitch. It’s distracting.
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Oh, good. I’m out in the lounge today. I wanted the fresh air today.
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Here comes the rain. I watch the leaves of the palm trees sway. The sound of rain hitting the overhang. The sound of water in the downspout.
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There has to be a way to make this run more efficiently.
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I am always the first to leave but I don’t mind it. I’m the only one with a husband and kids back home.
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14 days.
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No ease. When will it return? How does one invited it back? Must something else go? Must something else change? Is it even truly possible? Is ease also a myth like balance?