Time for Dinner
I had been wrestling with, and losing to, a sentence all afternoon when the glare of the late afternoon sun hit my eyes. I raised my hand in surrender. Exhausted, I reached to adjust the blinds, twisting until the blinding rays turned into slats of blue sky.
I welcomed the warm light falling across my desk, closed my eyes, tilted back in my chair, and li…
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