Happy Christmas couch posse. AKA: hang in there everyone.
I spent the evening watching corny movies with my kids and shaking- my version of being emotional  One of these days I'm going to figure out what it is I'm actually feeling when I shake...
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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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