Ten.One Thousand, Four Hundred & Forty-Two
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Grateful for the cool air.
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Remembering that I don’t have to get up just yet. I slink beneath the blankets again and close my eyes.
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Last little bit of cereal before I drink the coffee.
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Sunlight slipping through the clouds.
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I drive him down to the field for camp and try to keep my eyes on the road but I keep wanting to look east toward the ridge. The mountains look like shadowy ghosts and the light is yellow and thin and it almost looks like a dream.
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“Wait, I’m not registered?” “Don’t worry about it. I got it.”
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Slow.
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Not again.
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Ah, see. The universe will sometimes present you with something that is almost the right thing but isn’t exactly the thing. It’s a test. Get quiet. Is it what you really want?
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All the wires are crossed.