Ten.One Thousand & Fifty
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So cool. Bird song. Time to get up.
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I spy three snails on the wet slate tiles.
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Unmotivated. I sip my coffee while stretched out on the chaise. Not unmotivated. Maybe slightly overwhelmed.
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Moving boxes and adjusting sizes and making thing fit. Deciding that this is a limitation I am unwilling to fight through. Let it be easy.
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She seems sad that Iām relocating myself back to the office. In time, I will most likely be here with them at the table.
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The sound of the wind blowing through the palm trees.
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We go to the park. There are very few people: a mother and son beside their bikes; a mother who is staring into her phone while her older daughter and son play with a ball and bat; the landscapers breaking for lunch; a food truck. The three of us have mitts, the fourth a basketball.
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I find my rhythm.
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Passed. On to the next.
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Raft Jonquille. Sticking my upper-body in the sun to stay warm. Good things come in threes.