Ten.One Thousand, Two Hundred & Sixty-Seven
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So dark.
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He thinks the kids are awake; I tell him it’s the owl. They are always so loud in the morning.
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He is always the first one ready to go.
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I want something different next time. But I don’t know what that looks like yet.
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Nothing to make but creamed chard and baked potatoes to go with the prime rib. Barolo tonight?
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I just really hope it works.
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The sound of the rain. It has a different tone up here in the woods; softer, maybe.
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I sit on the floor and build a forgotten Lego set from someone’s birthday last year.
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That feeling that time is running out.
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Someone in the neighborhood has their fireplace going and it smells sweet, like ham.