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He seemed trustworthy, and I was desperate. I took a risk, and it paid off. Since then he has repeatedly demonstrated that he cares. He says that he is honored by my trust, and I believe him.
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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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