Yesterday I walked through the morning, and it was soft and cool and wet, like heavy dew, beading up on my sweater, and I counted colors, five red, five purple, five white, five orange, five blue, trying to find calm. Purple was the hardest to find. I'm thinking about fives, and how fives are the middle of things, and the hardest, because you can't see the beginning or the end anymore. But six is next, and then seven eight nine ten, and then we get to start over, and maybe that's enough.
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