Ten.One Thousand & Sixty
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So much light.
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It will be cooler today.
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So many babies trying to make their way over the blades of grass.
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It is always so good to be in conversation with her.
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“The questions are surrounded by answers. And the answers are surrounded by questions.” “I just want the facts!” “What would my hat say now?”
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Sometimes it’s the actual conversation itself that is a poem.
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Seeing her face always makes me happy. It just does.
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Parmesan cheese. I grab a mask and my card. This is my first time in a grocery store in more than two months. There are three police cars in front of the store. They just seem to be talking so I guess whatever it is that brings them all here is of no concern. Everyone is keeping their distance though they seem to be ignoring the one-way signs.
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Yes. Cooking does make me feel better: homemade caesar dressing, another batch of fresh pasta, homemade red sauce. If I was the real deal I would have milled my own tomatoes. Alas, it’s not tomato season yet.
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I tell him that when I talk about the diversity in whatever new town we choose, it’s not really about diversity as much as it is me gauging our safety.
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I tell him that I have nothing to say because I’ve already said it all before. I’m tired of having to repeat myself.
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Rosé and Zora Neal Hurston in the tub. Open window. I can hear the palm trees blowing in the wind.
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A Different World.