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Sometimes the right choice is really hard to make. Sometimes it's hard to know if it *is* the right choice. Sometimes the right choice seems like a terrible decision. I don't blame anyone for taking the easier path at times.
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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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