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Kids are back at school on Monday. I can't wait. Though I'm a little afraid I'll slide into a funk from trying to hold it together for two weeks straight.
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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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