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My T says it fairly often. I don't think too much of it, I consider it part of his job to think about me - can't solve problems if you don't spend time thinking about them;-)
I realize that's probably not how he wants me to see it, but I'm a nerdy scientist type and that's how I do see it.
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'...
At poor peace I sing
To you strangers (though song
Is a burning and crested act,
The fire of birds in
The world's turning wood,
For my sawn, splay sounds,)
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Dylan Thomas, Author's Prologue
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