Ten.One Thousand, Five Hundred & Sixty
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The sound of rain.
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My feet are cold and I am happy about it because it means winter is coming.
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A bowl of yogurt and walnuts and dried cranberries. Coffee. Water.
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My hands are to the point where I can’t write for extended periods of time. I push through and finish the three pages.
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Gratitude for awareness of my own faults.
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Early enough for a stop. They’ve discontinued my favorite item. Certain items not available until the weekend. Not good.
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Clouds cradling the mountain tops. Saturated and yet muted. Quiet.
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All of the feelings all at once.
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More rain.
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Oh, Fox.