As I was walking my three daughters to school, we all looked up and noticed that the sky was pink. My oldest said that this meant rain. My middle child agreed. My youngest had a different opinion: "Maybe it will rain pink lemonade." "Yes," I said. "Wouldn't that be grand."
"I am so lonely, but I know there is a plan. There must be. I can muscle through my life until the next move is clear. I miss you all so much. I am alone for most of the time. It's just me and the cats and dogs. Nobody comes up. Nobody stops by. It's not like it used to be -- so full of life. Perhaps I'll move down there with you. But not now. There is a plan, and I must follow it. I must follow it even though it's too quiet around here."
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