Ten.One Thousand, Two Hundred & Ten
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3:12 am. What is going on?
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Hot coffee. Gray skies. The hurricane is coming.
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“Hurricane on the way in! Hurricane on the way out!”
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We stand in line for 45 minutes. I should have come earlier.
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I look at the food in people’s carts and try not to judge because it is not their fault. I blame the systems in place that limit access and education.
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The gap is widening.
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I try to forget that it’s the last day.
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She says that there are a lot of opportunities for us now. What do I want to ask for? What do I need?
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Flickering light. I shut the computer down.
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The fan looks like it’s going to swirl right off the bracket. The egg is rolling across the patio. Fences blown down.
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But what do I really want?
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Nailed it.