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I sorta miss group in the shelter. Of course sometimes you would want to throttle people, but that happens me in the grocery store too so oh well...
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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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