Thanks Artemis  I feel awful. I can barely even get into this stuff with T - I mean, I can talk about it, but I can't process it IYKWIM. Now it's happening to someone else right in front of me... I don't know how to handle it...
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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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