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If you can scrape up the $$$, go for it.
I would love to try art therapy. I stink at feeling my emotions, not to mind talking about them... I can't seem to find any art therapists around here though.
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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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