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See T in a couple hours, running on maybe 2 hours sleep, crying and hoping against hope that I don't shut down like I always do. I could use a good cry, but I never managed it before so why should today be any different...
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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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