Ten.One Thousand, Eight Hundred & Eighty-Five
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Cold.
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Coffee, emails, cleaning.
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The time is slipping through my fingers.
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I talk to him while I wait for her to come to the office. We’re both excited for the season, the kids, the potential of everything.
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They jump out of the door and scare her. We let the girls play hooky to celebrate.
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Boundary setting.
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It always looks like you’re driving straight into the mountains, these blue-grey shadows on the horizon. It never gets old.
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My least favorite football field.
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Firey sunset.
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Two losses make for a long night.