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At some point, you must release into the world the work you have labored over privately.
It will have smudges and smears and imperfections. It will not be all of what you had hoped for in some places. It will be more than you ever dreamed of in others.
But as you let it go—as you ship it, in the parlance of the day—you will feel one very specific, very glorious thing: