Ten.One Thousand, One Hundred & Sixteen
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Friday.
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It’s still so dark out. Wet grass. A whole family of them out in the yard.
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A chill in the air. I am daydreaming about winter rain already. I don’t think I ever thought I would miss rain as much as I do.
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Exercises like these excite me.
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What now?
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More red Early Girls to harvest. I pop one into my mouth.
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The hour passes by so quickly. Good thing we set aside the time.
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Maybe it’s confidence? Maybe it’s a realization that I can lean into trust? Maybe it’s just the energy of this moment?
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I’ll be sad when stone fruit season is over.
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He never forgets.