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  • The day was radiant in Golden Gate Park. The blues and greens and whites of the jeweled box conservatory sparkled and dazzled among the brilliant spring flowers. We held hands, feeling at home —  me, feeling whole for the first time in what felt like a lifetime.

    Then I saw the Buddha. Marvin bowed and muttered in Tibetan as was his habit and then I felt it. Lightning entered my forehead and circulated like heat throughout my body. I was trembling, my eyes teared, my hair raised and I was unable to speak for a full half hour.

    Struck dumb literally.

    Awe. Then happiness. Then a bird sang in the cool San Francisco sunshine. We left the sun and entered the shaded garage. Marvin drove the car down the long circular ramps and pulled out of the garage. We drove in silence toward the Bay Bridge and Oakland.
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