I am once again growing weary and angry at those around me who are not hearing the simplicity in the words I speak, and who are assuming those that lie in my mind. I am without audience and without clarity.
Misunderstand not the shades of my leaves, and presume not the internal workings of a clock are not as they appear.
Can you tell I have been reading Hamlet a little?
-BD
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