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some nights in a yurt

In the garden yesterday I said to Cody, Maybe you should go away, too. Spend some nights in a yurt. Think about what really matters.

Cody said, I hate yurts. What about all your square furniture? It’s completely impractical, and we went back to tenting the strawberries in silence.

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What felt saddest when I left home today was saying goodbye to the dogs.

I guess because they each might die before we’re together again.

But to them, every moment is the same as the one before or after so what is the passage of time? To say nothing of one’s own mortality.

They don’t even know.

Talia let herself be petted a little and told she’s done a good dog job, all things considered, before slinking away.

Gracie came when I called, happy and surprised, and I cried against her muzzle and told her to stay black.

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