Ten.One Thousand, Nine Hundred & Fifteen
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Light.
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The smell and the sound of bacon sizzling in the oven.
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We head down the hill and come around the curve. The moon is big and white against the pastel morning sky. I am transfixed.
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Will it ever get old?
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He reaches to give me a hug - this stranger that I met just yesterday. But maybe it’s just an energy thing. Yesterday he picked mustard blooms. Today, I watch him play with the camera and bounce light off the model’s face. I tell the one beside me that I hope to get to that goal someday - to shoot like this, to feel creative like this again.
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She says it without saying it. I leave knowing that I am not going to get what I want. The question is, What do I want to do about it now?
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Already time.
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Too many 3s. It’s only 9 points, but we can’t seem to claw our way out of it. It was supposed to a be a win. Perhaps I jinxed us.
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They ask to stop for ice cream on the way back home.
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She is checking in. I list what is wrong, but what is also right. She reminds me that I dreamt myself into the place I am in now. That means I can dream my way out.