(((Scarlet))) I've been quiet here lately (my own stuff, yanno  ), but I'm thinking of you. I'll be in your purse with kettle and teabags this evening  Would you like some chai? Or I have some of my favorite lemon ginger too? I think I might have some raspberry zinger, let me look...
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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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