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My home has always been my safe place, which makes being out of it all the more difficult. I need to get busy making myself a new home. It'll probably feel awesome when I do, because I won't have to share it with scary-person anymore either...
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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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