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It was all about the math, he knew.
The breaths, the bites and chews and swallows, the number of small steps one takes, the flickers of their eyelids.
The sum of heartbeats.
It all seemed endless, but
He only had to endure one breath at a time.
A step after the other.
A blink. Each flutter against his ribs.
He dared not calculate, but still he knew it added up.
To when the awfulness will pass,
And life came back.
For the Weekend Writing Prompt of Calculate in 80 words
Na'ama Yehuda 
Ahhh, the life of the undead. Who knew it required math?
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Sometimes one must concentrate on one can control … even if it is just the math of life’s little stuff …
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Indeed!
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Me like when peeps agree with me! 😀
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How could you not?
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😀
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This too shall pass. Well said
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Amen to that!
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🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼
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As always, well done. This one left me holding my breath. You have such talent. World is unbelievably crazy. Hope you and yours are as safe and steady as possible. Sending much love, always. Adele
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Thank you, dear Adele. Crazy indeed … and sometimes all we can do, is try to control what we can, even it is just the breath we take, the words we make, the smiles we give, the hope we get. xxx
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