Ten.One Thousand, Five Hundred & Sixteen
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The whizzing sound of water pushing through the irrigation hoses.
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Darkness.
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The season is changing.
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Who is driving whom to what places in which cars?
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The shift in energy due to the finality of things.
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Slow and steady the first time. Alone in the dark and quiet. Going to need a heavier jacket.
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Incremental progress.
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They keep asking for things and I keep having to say “no,” and I can see the disappointment in their face. Things have changed. Things are always changing. Is it truly for the better?
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Will they remember this as the break in the relationship, when everything was different. Am I losing them? Are they losing me? What is falling through?
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It’s just not how I like to head into a weekend with a guest. But grateful for their understanding.
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Gott’s for dinner. I let them get ice cream.
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I’ve got to learn to relax.