Ten.One Thousand, Four Hundred & Sixty-Eight
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Hungry tummy.
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“The manifestation of my dream is slowing me down, so I’m going to go dream it a little more.”
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So early.
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I should be writing but instead I’m reading about writing.
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The drive is quiet. I hear the click of my fingers on the keyboard, watch the shape of the horizon change.
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Game time.
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I think back to her question in the text yesterday: “No adult backlash to their silent protest?”
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Bases loaded. Two outs. Hard hit out to left field. He got it. Game over. But I’m not mad about it. We can beat anyone. We can beat anyone.
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Finished. Not perfect. But finished.
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I sit and eat all the chips on the plate. Been a while since I felt out of place.
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He shows us a footprint of a bear and then the capture from his cam. And then a capture of a mountain lion. They do exist.
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It was a good idea to come after all.