Ten.Two Thousand, Two Hundred & Eighteen
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Really need to get this car washed.
The last bit of protein powder for the smoothies.
Glistening gossamer between the leaves of the manzanitas. I think of the book I used to read in the alcove of the house in Oswego—The Keeper of the Bees—and how I would daydream about the jacarandas.
Progress but not perfection.
I check the app to see where the fire is and then write down the name of our evacuation zone so that I can commit it to memory. It feels like I’m going to need to know this.
Not sure I feel any better. Maybe less confused. Maybe more confused.
“The two of you set things on fire.”
A little bit of baseball on a hot summer night.
“Who was that guy that got kicked out of the game?” “Your eye doctor.”
