*Passes wine to Art*
I wouldn't worry about it. It's a process, even termination. You'll be done when you're done. Which will be soon I'm sure 
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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,)
...'
Dylan Thomas, Author's Prologue
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