Ten.One Thousand, Two Hundred & Fifty
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Yikes. 3:41.
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It sounds like rain but it’s probably just dry pine needles and oak leaves blowing off the trees.
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Will they or won’t they?
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He’s already awake but doesn’t want to go to school. We have a conversation about comprises we’re all making, the mutual agreements in place.
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I wish I could get out of the car and film the swirling leaves.
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Plank Coffee, downtown Cloverdale. I could live here. What is it about small towns? I like the quiet and the comfort of knowing every little person and thing.
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The way the sunlight pokes through the canopy over the knoll. The sound of the leaves and pine needles blowing across the rooftops. The whirring of a wood chipper off in the distance.
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I keep staring at the generator. Power today, but maybe not on Saturday?
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Smart to have the people in the dental chair pointed toward the window so they can take in a tree or two and blue sky and birds, and not the white ceiling tiles.
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I just wish it was hotter.