The yellow light flickers from the porch overhang. Bugs swarm haphazardly in the warm air. I contemplate what life would be like if I got up and just left. No warnings, no trace of me or where I’ve gone. Could I then dodge all of the looming conflicts and responsibilities that lie ahead? I suppose you can’t run from your problems forever, but right now I certainly wish I could. Just a one-way ticket to the west coast. Washington, or Oregon, where no one knows anything about me or who I am- or at least not who I was. Oh, Lord, could I really get to know you then?


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