Ten.One Thousand, Four Hundred & Forty-Four
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He says it still seems so dark. I tell him that the fog is hanging low this morning.
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I want to climb back under the covers like the kids do on mornings like these.
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Coffee.
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The energy in here is buzzing but not in a good way.
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I comb through images trying to select the perfect ones. There are too many to choose from, too many I love.
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The only thing about this place is that everyone is too cool to smile.
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I find a place in the sun and finish up some work. Birds bounce around on the deck. The sound of leaf blowers. Nail gun. A man singing in the distance.
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I have to stop letting these interactions make me angry.
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“I can have compassion for you and still choose to not be harmed by you as you continue on your journey to grow and learn.”
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Just the four of us sitting in dappled light overlooking Stags Leap, talking and talking and losing track of time. It’s so peaceful. I don’t want to leave.