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Session was good:-) Didn't manage tears, but got angry. Angry's a whole lot better than shut down and miserable later. And I set up an appt for next week. Which I'm not gonna tell H about. Why bang my head off that wall...
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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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