Ten.One Thousand, Seven Hundred & Thirty-One
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Almost cold.
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Hunting in the dark for slippers.
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Three cards, all of them contrary. Uh-oh.
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Hot coffee in a small cup. Tips of fingers burning.
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The sound of large limbs hitting the roof and rolling onto the deck. Pine needles everywhere. Sometimes, the trees sway so much they look as though they might snap in half.
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I step out onto the deck in hopes to feel the heat of the sun but I am just cold instead.
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How is it already 1 o’clock?
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This handful of sentences feels hard to write. What else to do but take a break. I turn on Dua Lipa and dance in hopes that it will shake something loose.
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Frito Misto, meatballs over polenta, caesar salad, tricolore, margarita pizza, gnochetti with lamb ragu.
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Past my bedtime.