(((Artemis)))
Stbx used to pull that kind of crap too. He was so threatened by how powerful my therapy made me feel. The sad thing is that if he could have accepted it he could have shared in 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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