Thea,
sometimes the furies stir me to waking; I turn on myself and cannot rest. When my own voice fails to persuade me of the world's goodness, and mine, sing me back into silent slumber. Amen.
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Thea,
sometimes the furies stir me to waking; I turn on myself and cannot rest. When my own voice fails to persuade me of the world's goodness, and mine, sing me back into silent slumber. Amen.
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