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It’s Sunday afternoon in Washington, DC and I’m sitting in the corner at the coffee shop a block from the monastery. It’s been so cold here the last few days, and we’ve gotten six or seven inches of snow which, everyone is reminding each other, is uncharacteristic for January in DC. As I walked down the hill from the monastery gate, the sun made the sno…
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