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| I haven’t written anything in a long stretch. |
It wasn’t intended, never is, the blinking cursor abandoned for house projects like framing basements and a landscaped backyard. Yesterday, I gave up an attempt to patch a hole in my pants in favor of a trip to Swiss Days.
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| This, the beat of our summer – setting aside productivity; saying yes to something lovely. |
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| Last month, a road trip to my parents to kiss cheeks around a campfire. Spotting familiar faces – my nephew, his wife, first crush – every one of us knowing we can’t recap ten years in a single conversation. (Every one of us trying nonetheless.) |
Sticking around, splitting caramel-apples and Navajo tacos with my sister, both of us grown kids with kids.
