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Yeah, it was quick... I'm not going to risk having my kids taken though. Came close before.
It's a little surreal. My daughter keeps asking why we're in a movie. It's strange. I'm not used to not knowing what's going to happen next. An exercise in letting go I guess.
I wanted to be more organized about this. But, well...
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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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