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On Thursday, I met with N. The experience was powerful and confounding. I commenced jotting notes to myself in an attempt to unpack what had taken place. This series of posts reflects the trajectory of that day, and my associated analysis.
 

I am a little bit puzzled. This series of posts was triggered by a sun dappled afternoon sipping coffee. The event was buoyant, positive, spring like, seductive.
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