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I'm with Ana. It's 5 in the morning. We head over to her aunt's house where apparently everybody over there gets up at 5 in the morning every day. It's understood even Ana is used to this. Three of her cousins, which are little boys, are already outside with their school clothes on and lunchboxes.
I make a joke to them, "Look! The moon is out! Good morning."
Inside, Ana and I are trying to relax in her aunt's bed. It seems like we're trying to have sex but we reconsider cause of how inappropriate that might be in someone else's bed. But we're also very tired. I have to pee so I run into the bathroom where the floor is kind of wet and dirty. Later on, out in the back there's a shack with screens for walls. It's understood this is where Ana and I want to live. We were hoping to lie down in here and continue our plans to have sex but it's too out in the open. Behind the shack is a public lake. I lean over the railing and see dead black and white ducks floating in the water. Their fur resembles Elvis's tuxedo fur coat. Some of them are still alive but look like they're drowning. I try to ask someone nearby why this is happening. Nobody seems to know.
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Waking up at 11 a.m. Ana says out loud, "To eat oatmeal or to not eat oatmeal? That is the question."
We recount our dreams to each other. According to dreammoods.com, "To see a dead duck in your dream refers to a pessimistic outlook. You are set on a path that is destined for doom."
Steel Cut Oatmeal with Cinnamon, Maple Syrup, Raisins, and Kefir. Yerba Mate Tea.
Skipp, the food angel, drops by with plentiful amount of fruits, veggies, and bread.
Prepping dinner and other things.
Grilled PB&J. Fuji Apple. Oolong Tea.
Teaching lessons at Music Makers.
Dried Mango.
At the Rec shooting the basketball just to get some exercise in.
Back home. Dinner with the family (Ana and mom): Beans, Stir-Fry Vegetables, and Brown Rice.
At the storage unit off Tidewater for Ladada band practice with Josiah and Bobby.
Navel Orange.
Pomegranate Tea.
Sleep 3:30 a.m.
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