The moon is full. There is the smell of wood smoke in the air here. The temperature after sunset is about to dip down below 60 degrees Fahrenheit. I've got the slider open. I'm thinking of my children with regret. I should have given them a better life, I think. And when I think that, I counter the thought with - It's not too late. There's still right now. And then inertia and that sinking thing happens.
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