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CHAPTER 171- The Practice, Year Ten

Autor: Jacksontale
last update Data de publicação: 2026-08-20 18:55:32

In November the practice turned ten.

She had not planned to mark it. She had not planned to mark it in the way she did not

plan most of the significant markers of the professional work, the years turning over

without ceremony because the work itself was the ceremony, the daily-ness of the

sessions and the accumulation of the clients and the specific ongoing quality of

attending to the interior lives of other people with the full attention, all of it being the

marking in the same way that a life
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