Ten.One Thousand & Sixty-Three
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Gray skies.
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Where are all my clothes?
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This is the last week; I hope we managed to do everything right. And, even if we didn’t, it doesn’t really matter anyway, does it?
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I start to write and then stop.
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Dark clouds. Seems appropriate for today.
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I mute the posts because…
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I have no words. I watch the comments come in while I listen to all of the conversations on @blackfoodfolks.
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I talk about the weather instead.
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I call them while I work on the puzzle. Turns out it might be more effective to be slightly distracted while doing this particular puzzle.
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We tell them that it gets really hot in Palm Desert.