Ten.Four Hundred & Sixty
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His door is opening. It’s way too early for him to be away. 
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Whispy clouds layered into a sky the color of pink lemonade. 
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I take my shawl and a cup of tea to the alcove. The sun is in my face. I close my eyes and lower my head and feel the heat. It’s the most perfect kind of fall morning. 
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I buy the magic stamps. These will be perfect for the little gifts we’re mailing to the Fever Dreamers. 
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I keep checking Instagram. This is not what I wanted to do. 
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Laundry and spooky stories. Hot tea and rest. Headache pulsing behind the left eye. 
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So much sun. 
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No news is sometimes good news. 
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Silhouettes of trees against pale blue and green skies. 
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I just can’t think anymore.