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I was always surprised when I noticed that I am taller than previous T. She always seemed a lot taller than she is to me. At times I felt like I just came up to her waist. Maternal transference FTW...
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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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