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Afternoon rain turned last night’s spring warmth into a blurred memory. The weatherman said it was winter’s last hurrah. I made hot chocolate at work to counter the back to cold outdoors. The beeping call lights and code red hum kept me company while I wrote through the sticking spot in the charting. Of course, I needed a break. I clocked out and noticed the day of the year today was 104 out of 366, still a full 262 blank pages to write with iridescent glitter flaking off the words. I still didn’t know how to keep score so Markus helped me.
