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The seven year old is still angry at me for not celebrating Easter. Ugh. I shouldn't be so upset by an upset child... I suppose I can at least take some comfort in the fact that she feels she can be angry at me. I was my mother's support system and confidant at her age...
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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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