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Today I can feel the weight of something far greater than my work pulling against my body. My limbs are tired with a burden of so many hurried actions, but there is a sweetness in this exhaustion.

Each day we look to an endless list of tasks scaled against the dwindling days of summer vacation, every action is purposeful and each stolen moment of rest a luxury.

Even when still, there is a momentum that acts upon us; a resting motion.

This morning I am gathering the work of this past week into words, stealing a moment to remember the early mornings, warm afternoons, and late nights that marked a time of celebration.

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