*I work on something till my eyes are dry and stinging. Look up. And see it has become dark outside and my work at my desk a fishbowl in front of the open blinds.
*Connecting with someone about a family photo in which her ancestor is a month old baby on his mother's lap.
*The holiday has slowed down the city so that the streets are quiet--I can drive and look around without worry that I'll run into something.
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