Ten.One Thousand, Four Hundred & Sixty-Four
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Thin slice of morning light through the curtain.
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Getting dressed in the dark.
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The coffee is weak. We wait for him to wake so we can find something better.
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Unexpectedly charming. Next time, we will spend more time here.
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Hot sand.
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The water is so cold.
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I eat a pb & j. It brings me delight. I haven’t had one in at least ten years. I push the bread off the roof of my mouth with my tongue and stare out towards the water.
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Time has slowed down.
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I watch the waves, try to read the water, try to remember what its movements mean.
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This is why I came here.
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There is still so much fear. I don’t want to feel that anymore.
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He wants to stay. I say that there isn’t time; he has more baseball and I have so much work to do. “Isn’t that what vacation days are for?” he asks. “It just doesn’t always work out that way,” I reply as he turns away.
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Dinner cobbled together. Just enough to feel satisfied.
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There is much work to be done. I try not to think about it.