I miss you. Leaving work now. Be home soon. Rough day, sorry I wasn’t around much to chat like normal. Your text doesn’t surprise me. Usually, we send messages back and forth throughout the day, but today my phone’s notifications have been quieter than usual. I wasn’t worried; it’s like that some days when you…
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Twenty Feet
This post was originally posted on my old blog, but I thought I would reshare it here in case you never read it. A nice man in the store-issued red vest measured it out for us. One foot, two, three. “How many feet do you want again?” he asked, a snake coiling in a pile…