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Waking up at 11:15 a.m.
Honey Crunch n Oats with Almond Milk.
All day shift at China Wok.
Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwich. Baked Salt n Vinegar Chips. Honey Green Tea.
Just getting through the day. Delivery here. Delivery there. Deliveries everywhere.
Clementines.
I had a concern that Ana might be a little uncomfortable reading about something I posted in the blog from last year, nothing I'm ashamed of or anything, but just thoughts I articulated in there that could've been hurtful. She didn't say anything but I could sense it. I sent her a little message explaining myself.
She visits me in the last hour of my shift and goes on a few deliveries with me. I explain something to her before she leaves...
"This..." I point in the space between us. "This is sacred...this relationship is sacred. And I will always respect that."
Off work and back home.
I hear a familiar voice in the living room. It's Tristan! We embrace and flex as we do so.
Fried Shrimp with Broccoli, Onions, and Rice in Garlic Sauce.
While watching Cold Mountain (2003) I'm reminded of sacred harp singing and I immediately get lost in research – searching for the best recordings and performances of the lost American art form. It's an incredibly powerful feeling that overcomes me as I listen to these southern angelic tunes.
Sleep 4 a.m.
[i] Sacred Harp Singing.
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