Ten.One Thousand, Two Hundred & Fourteen
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So dark. 5:42 am.
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Waiting for the light to come. Do I even want to see?
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No coffee.
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I can see rubble through the trees. Browned trees. He tells me about what he saw on the drive back up the hill. I don’t want to know. I don’t want to see.
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We finish moving him into the other room. Build the desks. Not what I envisioned, but it will do for now. I’ll move things around later.
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He keeps asking if he’s going to school.
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Laundry and laundry and more laundry.
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“It was really close,” she says. We stand at her window and look across to see the large chunks of concrete.
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Make soup, then nap.
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I should stop thinking about the worst outcome and pray for the best one instead.