Ten.Eight Hundred & One
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The coolness of the air.
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The creak of my feet against the cabin the floors. Something soothing about the sound of it.
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Instant coffee and water and journal on the dock. The pale yellow light of the sun obscured by the cloud cover.
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The way the body feels when rains are coming.
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I remember that it’s about the process. But it only takes a one simple phrase to open me up: “You will make mistakes today.” - Teri Dautcher
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The magic of the physical act of making. Fatigue, but the kind of fatigue that one experiences from being so involved in your work and the mind stretching.
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To come more than 2,000 miles to eat a meal with someone who lives only 70 miles away from you is a little funny and yet seems perfectly normal and ordinary and right in this case.
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Soup weather.
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The sound of feet shuffling along the path. The click of walking sticks against the rock. Muffled voices.
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Wine in solo cups, sitting beside the fire, in conversation but also noticing uses of language, privileges. Trying to unsee pictures of Howard Hugh’s nails.