Ten.One Thousand, Eight Hundred & Thirty-Six
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I live for these foggy mornings.
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I almost wish I could reschedule. Too many emotions this early in the morning.
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No dogs this time. The walk gets easier and easier, faster and faster.
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Coffee in the back patio. The sound of the dogs feet in the gravel and the chickens.
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A small step stool under a peach tree.
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Good results.
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Nothing will ever be perfect but it could always be better.
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A little more anxiety settling in.
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That is not a good thought to be thinking.
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No alarm for tomorrow.