I’m feeling the pressure of the time crunch; my progress seems minuscule compared to the remaining work. I can feel the heat of summer touching my neck and the prickling sound of the ticking clock. I’m on the verge of defeat. I’ve exhausted my miracles; the ends no longer meet.
We celebrate 34 years together in the midst of it all. We’ve been through it all, and this is no different.
Write Now and Later 
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