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Mirando a la neblina saliendo y subiendo del agua enfrente del muelle, mezclándose con las ramas como brazos de los robles vivos.

No embarasada pero definitivamente una semana atrasada, empezando a preocuparme y esperando no tener que volver al doctor.

Emocionada que veré algunas buenas amigas el próximo fin de semana, aunque no estaré tomando woo woos en preparación de una corrida.

Feliz y contenta y también un poco incrédula que ya el domingo de la otra semana llevo seis años casada con esposito lindo.

Prediciendo que el viernes en la escuela será un desastre mientras los estudiantes hacen helado en una bolsa.

Relativamente contando.....50 días más de escuela antes de las vacaciones de verdad (verano)....unas semanas más antes de la semana libre de la Pascua.

Considerando salir a correr ahora, en la neblina, pero a la vez sintiéndome floja.

Triste, también, con la pérdida de tanta esperanza, pero confiando que algún día entenderé mejor el Plan de Dios para mí familia.

Con ganas de quedarme más tiempo en el reino de la playa, pero firmemente puesta en la realidad que sin volver al trabajo el viaje a Chile se pone más caro para el verano.

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