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Waking from La Paz
Posted on August 25, 2013 4 Comments
My eyelids are heavy. Weighted shut. I should check the time. My apartment is silent other than the whisper of heat moving through the ducts. Beckham, my cat, is a solid mass pressed against my side. As if grounded to the bottom of the ocean, I coax my body over and lazily lift an eyelid. It’s seven o’clock. It’s the latest […]
