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I've been home alone for nearly a week now. The quiet was exactly what I needed. I worked every day for way too long to come home and do yoga, binge on Netflix, and spend some time in between capturing photos for a photography  challenge I have made myself participate in so I can find more of my creative powers.

I cooked dinner for myself singing along to a new album that's always on repeat. I played the guitar trying to force myself to tap into my musical abilities I've pushed away for far too long. I painted my nails cobalt blue. I locked up the house and walked back to my room.

I read my scriptures.  I wrote a poem or two in the silent static with the hum of the dishwasher in the background. And then I fell asleep.

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