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  • Trying to plan my summer travels today. I need some direction on the direction. My partner and I came to "raised voices" over Skype. I keep asking for clarity on his destinations. WHY? Chill, I tell myself. I go and stare out the window at the woods. What is my problem? Why do I need all the arrangements to be made today for a trip in July?

    I look down and see the candle on the square glass jar filled with blue squished pieces of glass, sitting among the plants. I like the way the light comes through it at sunset. I like the clear glass bottles, the photos, the glass balls for color scattered among the plants. None of this is organized as much as I want my mind and my life to be, yet I get comfort and joy from the mixed up collection of small things that I like.

    I go back to the computer and Skype him. "Okay. Rosebud Battle Site ..."
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