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<h1>Zk | plan-2</h1>
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<p>As promised, I spent this morning thinking and praying on the letter, and in true Dee form, this involved getting a ride to a trail head up by the foothills and going for a walk.</p>
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<p>My mind was too busy and unsettled to do much other than attempt to sort feelings into differently labeled and sized boxes. I ran through an internal checklist of all the things that had happened leading up to this decision, all the steps along the path of discernment. I ticked them off one by one as I filed them on various shelves, then went back through and erased all of the check marks and filed them on different shelves. It was exhausting, being unable to let go of a thought, like a cut on the inside of one’s muzzle or a zit at the base of a whisker, something you can’t help but poke and prod at ceaselessly in the hopes that maybe something will help.</p>
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<p>Eventually, I simply got too tired to continue thinking like that. I was panting by now, the cool air of the foothills drawing heat from me and leaving my tongue dry and lolling. I realized that I had nearly jogged up the hill from the trail head, and had made it much further than I had intended while so preoccupied.</p>
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<p>I considered heading back into town before it got too hot out, but instead, I found a rock off to the side of the trail that wasn’t too dusty, and I sat down and looked out over what bits of Sawtooth I could see over the first real hill outside of town.</p>
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<p>Scraps of buildings peeked out from the very south edge of downtown, then a mess of neighborhoods swept down south, affluence and age defined block by block. Out behind town toward the highway, the houses faded and warehouses sprouted in their place. Warehouses and workshops and anonymous, low-slung office buildings that doubtless housed call centers or data entry facilities or hyperspecific contractors.</p>
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<p>And then beyond out into the scattered fields and grazing land. What green there was outside those fields was already fading into brown, and in the air the brown was echoed in a haze of dust or what smog dared collect above the town.</p>
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<p>I wish that I could say that I talked with God then, like I have so many other times in this narrative. I wish I could tell you that he spoke to me in the slow dissolution of town into not-town. I wish I could say that I found beauty even in the right angles that nature so abhors, that even industry spoke to a sort of majesty all its own.</p>
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<p>He didn’t, though. He was silent. There was no surety to be had, there was no gentle nudges by that still, small voice this way or that.</p>
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<p>I prayed the rosary instead, counting decades of <em>Hail Marys</em> and <em>Our Fathers</em> on beads worn smooth.</p>
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<p>I couldn’t even form a request, at that point. I couldn’t talk to God, I couldn’t come up with the words, all I could do was sit with myself and my thoughts and my rosary and a pulse racing at the tension of limerence within me, at the thought of all I could possibly have in my future.</p>
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<p>I sat on that rock until I started to bake in the sun, then started to head back down the trail where I came. It had grown far too hot and I had to beg water off a better prepared mountain lion about halfway through my hike back to the trail head just to keep my lips and tongue wet as I puffed and panted.</p>
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<p>At the lot, I called for another GetThere care to take me back home, back to my air-conditioned apartment where I could rehydrate and hem and haw until eventually, hopefully, maybe, I could finally hit send on that email and release this overwhelming tension within.</p>
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