Ten.One Thousand, Two Hundred & Seventy-Four
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Time to finish the cinnamon rolls.
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This time of morning is my favorite. The pale yellow glow of dawn slowly rising, illuminating the knoll, casting light onto the little pond below.
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Yoga with Jayne.
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My eyes follow the cracks of the bark all the way up to the tip-top where the crown meets the sky. It is just blue and green and gray-brown.
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She draws the same card I’ve been drawing the past two days.
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He helps me move the desk over by the bed. Still not sure if it’s aesthetically pleasing, but it is nice to have a space with a door and a de facto nightstand.
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Why does this feel like work?
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“Keep it pointed to where you want it to go.” - Danielle LaPorte. Whatever happened to her?
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That car doesn’t look familiar. I bet they’re looking at the house. But I want the interracial couple to come back again.
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Thinking of the next steps. Just do the next thing.