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Emotional intellect is growing. It's new territory. Without labels for what they feel or are signaling. Hoping for reality. Working at presence. No it's not ironic, the 90's are a period piece! My eyes are changing. My sight is the same. And, "politics". Remember Desert Storm? How American that sounded. A soldier named Sean O'dell came to our third grade class and probably said something meaningful. He was strong and he was a hero and I always wanted to touch him. And they're still fighting (over there). Like something is about to pop. I think we are long past pop. I think we're about to get the feeling back in our legs. And learning to walk is frustrating when in your head, not only could you dance but 'oh! Could YOU dance?!'

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