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Thanks for all the birthday wishes, it's good to have friends. See some of you Saturday?

I have a lot on my mind lately, but no good ways to express them clearly enough, and I am afraid that when I have tried, I have said too much or too fast or too something. I've never been good at understanding and expressing feelings.

I've also never been too into poetry, but sometimes certain bits stick with you.

HAD I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet,
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams

--W.B. Yeats