Sunday, September 5, 1971. I was walking toward Claudio’s house for the first time. It was a warm sunny day, but I don’t think I even noticed. The group I had desperately wanted to be in was finally beginning. This time I wouldn’t have to wait for Andrea to tell me what had happened; I would find out for myself. Now, even after fifty-two years, I can remember shivering with excitement, bursting with expectations. What would Claudio be like? Would he turn out to be the spiritual teacher I yearn...
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