I raked up six black bags of leaves and debris. It
hardly made a dent in the mess but I was through. How have I chosen to work alone
for most of my life? It would be pleasant to have a partner to sweat with, take
breaks with, discuss plans with and I was alone. It is a choice and mostly I’m
content then I find myself speaking out loud and wishing there was another
person to answer.
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