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I've been trying to think about how to reply and all I can say is yeah, that...
It's like a bottleneck or something. I can't get it out. I suspect that being able to get it out might be the solution... Maybe...
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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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