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So I emailed my T because therapy made me feel like I had the flu today and I felt like complaining about it. Waaay out of character. I never email my T without a good reason... I've been feeling downright strange since Christmas. 2015 is setting up to be a weird year...
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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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