7.3.2014 The writing is paused because I sense some insight is lingering in those dog memories but getting there is like deciding to go after that little end of the splinter that breaks off deep in the finger. I don't know what technique it will take to get these thoughts out. To make matters worse, whenever I try some instinct inside me contracts and shuts me out. Fear? Am I protecting myself? From what? I'll stay with my breath and let you know what I find.
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