"You can't get use to losing. You're used to losing," he says and I wonder if that plays in a loop as they lay in their bed trying to go to sleep or maybe it's the first thought they think when they wake in the morning.
It's not a bad question.
What did I lose?
What did I do to lose it?
Today I am grateful for a conversation with an old friend, the promise of a lunch, that the sun did not kill me as I walked across the field. I am grateful to have found the place, that one huge cloud and later after the sun went down that distant lightning. Losing and winning all in the same night.
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