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Already too warm for me.

Never not grateful for this sight that greets me on my way down the stairs.

The feeling of knowing what you need and anxiously trying to figure out how to get it.

Seeing your own changing face.

It’s half over.

If nothing else, it is cool and quiet in here. Sometimes too quiet, even for me.

Bigger than my body.

A preview of what is to come. Trying not to count my chickens before they hatch. Calling this feeling not stress, but awareness and care. And hope? I care so much and see the possibility so vividly that I can’t bare for it not to come to pass.

Really gotta get this headshot done.