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 <p>It&rsquo;s been a few days, and while the dream has not come back, it still clings to me like a scent. When laying in bed, drowsy and sleepless I will find myself exploring that space over and over again. Did I touch her? Did I smell her? I know that I was attuned to her presence, but did I even get a good look at her?</p>
 <p>I do not know. So much left me in the seconds after I woke up that I&rsquo;m left with the vague outlines of a plot and so many half-remembered sensations.</p>
-<p>Today I write because I had therapy with Jeremy, and the skunk and I had rather a lot of time to </p>
+<p>Today I write because I had therapy with Jeremy, and the skunk and I had rather a lot of time to sit and talk through what has been going on. Strange that I did not start with the topic, despite it being so on my mind, but it felt strange, cliché perhaps, for me to launch right into, &ldquo;Doctor, I had the strangest dream.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>Instead, I picked up a thread from an earlier appointment that we had had. It feels a little strange to write about it here, given that this journal has as yet mostly been about Kay and my feelings toward her, but then, this was never intended to be the sole purpose for it. The goal was for me to use it as a tool to improve my emotional literacy when describing my own feelings. It&rsquo;s why I suggest that many of my clients consider journaling, as well.</p>
+<p>The thread we picked up is an old one: I have been trying to sort out my feelings around leaving seminary to head into this field. It&rsquo;s been years now, of course, but </p>
 <p>(Jeremy suggests at therapy that it might be worth opening up about feelings to Kay)</p>
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