Ten.One Thousand, Four Hundred & Seventy-One
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What even is today?
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He asks me what’s wrong. Oh, my clothes. I’m cleaning today.
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He spots a fox.
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I move slowly through each room, giggling at the podcast, wiping dust off the baseboards.
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It’s cool in the shade. And quiet. I head out behind the vineyard to see if there’s anything worth capturing. There always is.
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Why is this even happening?
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Too much energy spent focusing on what is/was and not enough energy on a solution.
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Laundry. Again.
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I take a glass of wine and a book out to the hammock while he watches game 6. Gentle breeze. The caw of the crows. A butterfly floats by my face.
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What you focus on expands.