Ten.One Thousand, Three Hundred & Forty-Six
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Forgot about the time change. Slept in. I ask her to reschedule.
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Everything is printing out yellow. Oy. Of course. He says this is what happens when you try to do it cheaply.
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Let it go.
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That poor little robin. He keeps trying to fly through the window. I hope he finds what he’s looking for.
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Soft glow of grey light.
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Everything is contrary.
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I should have napped.
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I really don’t know what I want, do I?
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“Auntie Alisha?” the littlest one says. “Yes, because my nieces are playing today.” “You’re an aunt, and a mother, and a sister, and a wife. You are a lot of things.” I feel seen.
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Light behind the door. Gratitude for the way this house has carried me through winter. Ready for spring.