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I remember enough about my mam's pavlova misadventures that I know better than to sign up for the pavlova challenge. My life is an insane three ring circus as it is without adding battles with large quantities of egg whites to the mix...
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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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