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Forty-seven years ago tonight, I lay in a twin bed, in a mediocre dormitory room, weeping.

That morning, my parents had transported me to the college where I was to study for the next four years.  This accomplished, for them, two goals:  to have a child in college (as had two of my mother's siblings, with whom she so often competed), an ambition they had entertained since I entered kindergarten; and to separate me from my First Beloved and the community that had sincerely welcomed me to participation in July.  I felt entirely cut off from the happiness of this summer; a certain kind of happiness that I had never experienced before.

In July I had received a gift of immeasurable spiritual and personal value.  I was not yet mature enough to realize the way it would protect and hold me together during this experience.

Starward