Ten.Six Hundred & Ninety-Seven
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I should get up but I don’t want to get up.
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Biscuits and breakfast sausage.
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I feel like everyone is talking to me at the same time. No one can seem to contain themselves. And it’s kind of a good thing.
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What’s that noise? Three squirrels chasing one another through the trees, knocking of cherries and leaves.
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Just get started.
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It’s amazing to me how much our lives seem to run parallel. And how strange it is to feel such kinship with someone you’ve yet to meet in real life.
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Scattered. Scattered. Scattered.
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I stop working and take my tuna tacos with spicy slaw out to the hammock. The quiet, the sun, the trees. Remember to savor.
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She does taxes for small businesses. And she is a photographer. And she wants to know more about my retreat. And she lives down the street. And she’s wearing an ankle-length tye-dye dress. She might be my kind of people.
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Will either of us be able to sleep tonight?