Ten.One Thousand, One Hundred & Eighteen
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Stillness.
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Wait. Where is my coffee?
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I dig the contrast of colors: the opaque cream-colored bodies against the wet black earth.
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I try to maintain my composure.
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The smell of summer. I am jealous. I still haven’t gone to the beach yet. Maybe I’ll be able to get there before fall. I must.
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Picking through memories.
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It’s going to be a long week but a good week. I just need to make a list and keep my wits about me.
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“Space of infinite possibility.”
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We split a cold beer. Progress has been made.
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Klondike bar.