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Listen to the Body What is this awful weariness, This malaise that is upon me? No taste for food, not one desire except that I may sit and write. Is this my body underlining what my mind already knows, that I can barely face my job another day? Is this nausea reinforcing that I haven’t got the stomach to continue seeing dying people, sick people, vacant people? What, Lord, what? When the strongest feeling I have is a desire to turn and run, a wrenching desire, is it you I’m running from or toward?
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