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The non stop demands placed higher and higher

The fatigue of the beach goer with children weighing their impatience on each command

The tiniest moments to make the largest impact

Something spills

Something drops

The order is wrong

The tensions build

There is no room for breathing

Feels like we are barely catching up

For every two down there is four to go

We just want to catch up successfully to celebrate how far we have come

The mid afternoon is foggy and the clock like a fatal attraction is pretending I don’t look at it every chance I get and then.... in clarity I realize

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We can do it and we do do it

We lean in every second we allow to breathe inside the madness of hustle and laugh at the impossible cheering each other on and making jokes with the customers cause this is the best we can do and if we are not enjoying this why would you

 

Chiara Gladden

 

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