Ten. One Thousand, Seven Hundred & Ten
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Wasn’t it just yesterday?
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I can’t shake the chill. MUD\WTR with oat milk instead of coffee.
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Morning light peeking through the trees. I’m still the only one awake.
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She told me that I know what I need to do in order to manifest the next thing. I tell her that I’m trying to relax about it; I have to move away from the feeling of desperation.
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I order the juices. I don’t know why I waited.
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We run through the day. Only one has practice. The other two come home before I leave again for the subcommittee meeting. Leftover lasagna for dinner. Easy.
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It should be so simple, but it isn’t. Why isn’t it?
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Still, there is progress.
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There are still more of us than I thought there would be. And there are new faces on the screen. And that means that this is still moving forward.
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What is done is done.