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Preparation
I sit in the chair, sock in hand and stare out the window into the socked in city, and hear the bustle of morning chaos even from the 20th floor.
It's always taken me forever to put on my shoes, like the time it takes to go from sock to shoe is a time of revelation and loss of focus.
It's probably more of a line in the sand of accepting the start of the day more than anything else and I start to think deeper about this and realize I still only have one shoe on.
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