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Jane Wolfe Diary Entry Tuesday, 8 February 1955
Power. A conscious awakening in my spine (?), back of the heart. Power started. It eventually projected toward an objective and united with the objective, in what I can only call a sparkling "love". I feel like saying, atomic in some way. This has to be useq in order to retain it in strength. Though it is not so vital at the moment.
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