Ten.One Thousand, Eight Hundred & Seventy-Nine
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I knew the morning was going to come too quickly.
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Another solo session in the soft light on this foggy morning.
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What is for me is for me.
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I know that it’s really not about me.
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Ok. Here we go.
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“I’m a socialist stockbroker.”
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Something about these big ribbons does make you feel good.
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“I asked the last guy if I only had one more wine to taste, what should it be and he said to come here.”
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Wine and pizza and beer and being up way past my bedtime.
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Winter is coming.