Ten.Five Hundred & Sixty-Three
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Day 3 of no coffee. 
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Only 50 degrees and rain all day. But there is much to do. 
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The look on his face is better today than it was yesterday. 
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But hot tea is just not the same as coffee. 
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I go in to look for some more pants for him but all I walk out with is a small rusty bowl that I know I want to photograph those oranges in. 
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A whole house to myself. So quiet. So quiet. Corners of light. 
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What it will be is more freedom, right? I can feel the weight lifting off of me already with that one decision. 
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Meaning, it’s not that I don’t want to freelance. I want to do work that I want to do. But shifting away from calling myself a freelancer and choosing to assume the title of “artist” instead feels more spacious. 
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Deperu Holler Familia. Something like 80% Cannonau, which I’ve never had before. I think I like it. 
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I will figure it out when it’s time to figure it out.