My advocate managed to piss me off this morning for no particular good reason. I'm working hard to stay positive facing into the next two weeks of kids out of school, T out of town and all the stuff I need to do - job/place to live/divorce papers/etc., put on hold for the holidays. I feel like I just got a bunch of impossible expectations dumped on me, even though I didn't really...
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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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