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Intense T-session last Thursday kickstarted a rather intense emotional roller coaster of a week. I need a break that is unfortunately not forthcoming. Might see if I can schedule a massage that-is-absolutely-not-in-my-budget for Saturday...
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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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