I have a feeling I'm going to show up at T tomorrow giggling like a maniac. I do that when I get too emotional. Embarrassing 
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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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