Ten.One Thousand, Seven Hundred & Eighty-Four
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Is that the sound of rain?
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I float in and out of consciousness. There is nowhere for me to be but right here. This is what I love about a metal roof.
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Still listening to the water drip drop through the trees.
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Finally together again. Doesn’t matter that it is virtual. Soul fed.
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No one has eaten lunch yet and it’s almost time to go. Uniform has not been washed. He asks me if he knows where his shirt is.
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I stare out the window while I eat popcorn. The vineyards are green and lush. The clouds are still low, hugging the tops of the mountains.
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And no cleats.
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Surprisingly warm and humid. Bad plays. No energy. It’s like they don’t even want to be there.
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Everyone needs boundaries.
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We all know the reason why it looks like this.