Ten.One Thousand & Seventy-Three
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I turn to see creamsicle clouds against a pale blue sky.
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He says she was already on the computer. I look at my watch. It’s only 5:45am.
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6:00am. I can hear him on the other side of the wall coughing and playing with his X-wing fighter.
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Maybe today will be a day for galettes. And vanilla ice cream.
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“Where are black women free to show up fully as who they are?”
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“The gap between what we want and what’s possible is not as big as we think it is.”
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I stoop to pick up the plums. I think I have enough to try the plum jam again-once I can get the pot clean again.
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The difficult conversations.
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And now, another sign.
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“Stop apologizing.”