Yes! All the time. It's a glorious feeling, I never want to leave it behind. But I think it's like growing up and growing old. You reach a place where the memory of it makes you happy...
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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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