Ten.One Thousand, Three Hundred & Ninety-One
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I imagine it’s a family of squirrels. Or maybe it’s a big nest of birds. Whoever they are, they are at their loudest at 5:30 am.
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The sky is already beginning to glow.
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They arrive tomorrow, and I have done none of the things that I thought I would have done in order to prepare for them. I’ve forgotten to take time off. I’ve not gone to the grocery store. I have not cleaned. I have not bought another set of towels.
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Focus.
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I tell her all the things. “She cried?”
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She asks me how I’m making space to rest.
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“I’ve been asking the ancestors and the universe and God for signs. You are one of many this week. Thank you for that,” I say.
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She’s deep. Even through the screen, I can feel her ease.
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All of this is information.
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He’s completely right. Everything here is so expensive. And we don’t know how we’ll make it work, but we believe it can, somehow.