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Tomorrow. I'm so glad. It's been an eventful half-week. I experienced a sort of ice-over because too much time passed between my last two sessions and I was a bit distant in my last session. I'm struggling lately and I guess my old coping skills are kicking in...
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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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