Ten.One Thousand, Three Hundred & Thirty
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I can’t remember the details, I just remember that it was weird.
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I focus on the sunlight coming in through the window.
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She came with palo santo and a crystal. She has us hug ourselves and I am worried that I will start to cry. I remind myself that it would be totally normal if I did.
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“Emotionally drained,” I say.
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The gap feels so wide sometimes.
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I watch the tops of the trees sway. I think about the bay laurel out back. I think about the olive tree - I think it is a volunteer.
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The hole keeps getting bigger.
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Haus Citrus Flower with Fever Tree Tonic Water over ice.
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The sound of the breeze in the trees. It is its own kind of music.
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Not even a trickle.
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I fill the tea kettle and warm the water. I manage to wet a cloth and wash my face, dribble the warmed liquid into my hand to rinse the toothpaste out of my mouth.