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I see her those early mornings whenever I can’t get back to sleep. On blustery winter days she rushes past wearing heavy layers, propelled by dogs on leashes. Swift, still fit and on a mission.
When she turns the corner, I amble down the hall and turn up the heat.
Linda Jenkinson writes flash fiction, fast poetry, and 50-word stories, but is decidedly slowing down.