Ten.One Thousand, Four Hundred & Eighty-One
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Waiting for daybreak. 
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Where’s the small cup? 
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Waffle with melted butter and homemade fig jam. 
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New challenges. Breath. Focus. Only going as far as I want to go because Ease is a valid choice. 
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This feels good. 
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It feels extra quiet today. No chainsaws. That must be it. 
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White poppies. 
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I want to not feel the way I am feeling. 
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Hanger steak? Hanger steak. Gattinara. Potatoes. Brussel sprouts. We turn on the car and then watch the lights go out in the grocery store. 
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The power is out here, too. We put the groceries away and then walk to the post office. It is quiet. I hear the hum of their whole-house generator. A breeze blows through and dried pine needles fall in front of our feet. “Now it feels like fire season,” I say.