I think your heart just skipped a few beats there. But maybe you're just reading the signal wrongly. But then again you do tend to caution, a little too much at times. But still ... we shall wait and see.
' ... From wrong to wrong the exasperated spirit Proceeds, unless restored by that refining fire Where you must move in measure, like a dancer.' The day was breaking. In the disfigured street He left me, with a kind of valediction, And faded on the blowing of the horn.
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