The turn is sharp enough to put a point in the day, and the walking sideways is getting a request from a coach and being sent something about needing one. The saving grace was that I was continuing the climb, but I was sure whining. Then he answers the door and she's prepared a feast and my bowl is looking as pitiful as the day of making it halfway up the hill. But still I made it.
Today I am grateful for their youngest who smiled so sweet, the poppyseed chicken, sweet tea in a thick glass, a pillow, and a conversation. I am grateful someone considers me a writer and allows me to bully my way into people's lives.
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