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I dislike the taste of walnuts.

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When I was a child, there were always packets of mixed nuts at home, and I

would pick out the walnuts, one by one, 

and lay them aside.

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And like the walnuts, in time I set aside

my mind, my body, and the fragile thread

that bound them.

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The breaking of the walnut’s heart from its shell-

like the sundering of mind from body-

opens a hollow where trauma settles.

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And it is in this hollow that the sanctuaries begin to grow. 

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