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It is the holidays. I am working. I ask my daughter to play with her bear for a minute. She's making a dress out of kitchen roll and hairbands. I put my work away. I start back to work. I am not paid for either work. There will be no fee for this show. No guarantee it will sell. If it sells I will be paid, if it doesn't I will not. Perhaps other things will happen. Perhaps they won't. So. We all work. Some are paid. Some are not. It's just how it is I am told. It is the risk you take. I know this. We all know this. Everyone knows. So. Here. I will take my risk. I will work my hours. I will know my burn time. I will let go so I can hold on. I will stop so I can continue. I will let what is already done, and being done, be enough. I do not know if it will be enough. I am frightened. I am in love. I have nothing and everything left to give.

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