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She's at that demon stage where she likes to hide under things so she can jump out and attack your ankles as you walk by. Had to shut her in the bathroom a few nights ago because she decided that 3am was let's play with momma's feet time - momma keeps pushing me off the bed, this is such a fun game!
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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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