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Realistically speaking there is no way I could tell him everything. There's just not enough time for that! I try to use what I do talk about/work through with him as a catalyst to work through the other things.
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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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