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I have a cuddly handknit blankie that I associate with previous T. I don't need it as much now that I've attached to T, but for a while there it was really helpful for me to have something soft that reminded me of her to hug.
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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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