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365. This is the start of my third 365 day photo documentary project.
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364. You have no one what will love you.
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362. Joan Didion's favorite books. I have only read four, but I plan to finish her list this year.
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360. Grits for dinner.
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357. Cold commute.
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356. 41st birthday.
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355. Walking Horses.
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354. Arts and craps.
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353. Behind my desk, a new wall display of zines.
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348. Signs your life is different now: Kristin and I had a birthday party, and the kid-to-adult ratio was almost 1:1. And the party was at 11:00 am.
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347.
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346. The last pumpkin.
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345. Fuzzy ones.
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344. The Birder.
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342. Fever breakers.
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341. Below the train tracks, the trash.
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338. Uncontrolled demolition.
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336. Zombie celery.
