On the up side, I made it to the DES. On the down side, I am now stuck waiting at the DES. Can't win for losing 
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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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