tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32467707168281041252012-01-02T07:52:44.157-05:00How do astrological predictions effect us? Do we believe in them and use them to make better decisions--or do they simply unnerve and scare us? This blog is a book in progress--a story about the unfolding nature of love as well as the story of a professional, but reluctant, astrologer, as she ponders how fate, destiny and free will have played out in her life. "The final mystery is oneself" said Oscar Wilde. But can one know more?Elizabeth Springhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16913744861377073587noreply@blogger.comBlogger591100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3246770716828104125.post-68785846488594514842012-01-02T07:39:00.003-05:002012-01-02T07:49:11.523-05:00

Finally! The book has just been released on www.amazon.com. This book has two parts, the first and largest "Book One" is a fictionalized memoir and "Book Two" is the non-fiction book on "Saturn and the Saturn Returns" that Isabelle is writing. A unique way to learn astrology...but they say it's good to have a box of tissues next to you as well....

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“Falling in love with yourself is the beginning of a life-long romance.” Oscar Wilde When I first met Peter I believed in predictions. Now I know “it’s complicated.” That’s the phrase people use to describe their love relationships when some things are true and some things aren’t as they’re meant to be. “It’s complicated” we say—like when two people love each other but question

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Peter and I arrived in Zurich in the pouring rain and wandered through the streets of the old town looking for a place to stay. Finally, near exhaustion, we stopped at a café for hot chocolate and I spotted a marionette shop across the street. I know most obsessions aren’t good, but maybe they are just “tiny kinks” in our psyche, where we loop around ideas and objects—and for me, there was an

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Dear Elizabeth~ I finally bought your book on my Kindle "North Node Astrology: Rediscovering Your Life Direction and Soul Purpose." I was inspired to buy it after reading the heartfelt piece on your blog 'Simple Grace' about your mother's death.  I am nearly finsihed, after not being ale to put it down for several days. Thank you for this refreshing and intelligent piece of work. Your writing

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Chiron: the Key Peter was supposed to arrive by evening, though I didn’t know just when. Sophie had just left me alone in her apartment as she went out to get us some food for supper--maybe something for Peter too if he showed up as planned. I wondered if it would be awkward, and if we would all be making small talk instead of being with everything that had just happened. I hoped not. I had

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Simple Grace The prediction was coming true…or at least I thought it was. Astrologers proclaim that it is completely unethical to predict death, and the idea of “desiring death” for another is unacceptable for everyone. Yet during the past few months I had clearly seen the astrological “significators” for death in my Mother’s chart, particularly as it was reflected in my chart. Death is more

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Predictions When I first met Peter I believed in predictions. Now I know “it’s complicated”. That’s the phrase people use to describe their love relationships when some things are true and some things aren’t as they’re meant to be. “It’s complicated” we say—like when two people love each other but question whether they are meant to be together—when they look at their partner and say: “I can’t

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When you really know someone, you know what they like. And it should be simple to give them what they like, but it’s not. We don’t even allow ourselves to give us what we need. How strange…is it lack of courage or selfishness? But there are times when we do care and we give. This was one of those times. Peter cared. He knew what I wanted—he knew enough about me to know that if I was in Zurich

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  “Why do you call these “Private Papers”? Peter asked while clutching my manuscript to his chest. I had just left the sun room, leaving scattered chapters of my book splayed out on the coffee table. I took the papers out of his hand, and sat down with our wine glasses. They’re not so private when I’m going to publish it, eh?” “These "Private Papers" of yours--is it a novel, memoir or--an

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I'm back!--and doing a limited number of astrology readings again- on Wednesday and Saturday mornings/noon EST. Contact me through elizabethspring@aol.com and put "Reading" in the subject line so I don't miss your email. Readings are 90 minutes long, and focus on the meaning of your Nodes as well as your "astrological forecast", through transits and progressions, for the next year ahead.

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“Hell is hot, isn’t it?” I shouted to Peter while hurrying through the Paris airport. I thought how hell happens in the “in-between times”: the times when you don’t know if you will make it or not—those times between the biopsy and the result, between the labor and the birth, between the knowing whether you are loved or not. We were in-between planes, and yet I had been looking forward to the

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Ophiuchus and The Einstein Enigma

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  After over a month's absence, my creative muse has recovered! Yes, she collapsed in fatigue and almost died....but I am happy to say that encouraging emails from readers, and the New Moon eclipse has re-birthed "Private Papers."  The new writing is progressing quickly....do I dare say, I rose at 4:00 am this morning to write? It's true.     And I will still offer selections of the writing on

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Dear Isabelle~     I thought about your last email, and about what you said and didn't say. I know you said not to judge, but I don't trust this man Tomas; I don't trust that chart, and I don't even like his name. I don't care if it's Gaelic, it sounds affected.          I wonder if you're telling me everything? Do you like him????   BTW, what's happened with your daughter Sophie?   Must run.

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Dear Kendra~ Yes, all that Pluto in Tomas’s chart is a bit unnerving! Pluto can be ruthless and strip our egos of everything we think we need—even our health and closest relationships. Yet this Pluto, this “God of the Underworld” is somewhere in everyone’s birth chart—and it’s always busy “revolutionizing” by clearing away the old and making room for the new. I think Tomas’ strong

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“Don’t Let Reality Get in Your Way” ~Caroline Casey Dear Isabelle~ It’s been so long since we wrote! I’m so glad we finally caught up with each other, and our lives, and that you finally sent me your new friend’s chart to analyze. I thought it might be good practice for me, as an “aspiring astrologer” to try to interpret Tomas’ chart--or maybe just to question you about it. You seem

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“The Cure for Anything is Salt Water—Sweat, Tears or the Sea” K. Blixen I hung the painting of the ‘Fortune Teller’ in my new office. It fit perfectly above the mantel, and I was able to furnish both the studio and small office with furniture from home. I wouldn’t need a car here. I brought my old oak desk and placed it opposite the paned window. It was a Larkin desk; a desk bought

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“It is never too late to be who you might have been.”          Mark Twain My hands gripped the steering wheel as if the car was going to go out of control at any minute. The radio was turned up high to a country-western station. Thoughts and words flew around me like the lyrics to the songs: ‘Free at Last’, ‘Wild Woman’, 'On the Road Again'. I turned to to an oldies channel where the Eagles

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"The prediction was coming true—of course, astrologers don’t like to call it a prediction, but it was a prediction nevertheless. And it was worse in this case because Isabelle herself was the astrologer; the predictor. She certainly wasn’t a fortune teller, and she certainly believed that free will could overcome any karmic challenge that might arise, but it was shocking to see how her life

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“The birth chart is like a conference table, and the planets circling around it are like the different parts of your Self sitting around the table. The Sun is the chairperson and represents your basic identity, the Moon reflects your emotional nature, the Ascendant is your style of “moving” in the world, and the Nodes are about your life direction and soul purpose. The aspect lines

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Dear Kendra~ Here's Tomas's chart and an ancient chart I found in an old book today... I don't know why I included the other one...maybe it's the alchemical and mysterious nature of that one. It's bizarre, yet fascinating. The pictures for the signs are all in the wrong places, as you see the Pisces symbol of the two fish is in the "first house" at the position of nine o'clock. I don't

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Private Journal~ I look at the photo of this gate and wonder how I can possibly walk through it into the next stage of my life. I wonder how transiting Saturn conjuncting my Libra Sun, Neptune and Venus now will play itself out. Melancholy and disillusionment? Or becoming a “wise old crone”? I don’t feel that old, yet they say Saturn “ages” one….Saturn conjuncting Neptune can be illusive and

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Dear Isabelle~ Ah....these spices remind me of the "alchemy of cooking" and the choices I have to make as to what to include and what not to include in a recipe. But mostly,  I'm thinking about the alchemy of cooking "opposite" emotions...what happens when I heat up sad with mad? Knowing and not knowing? Surrendering and striving? What happens when I've become confused in the middle of the 

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I stared blankly at the chart. There was so much to say, yet the words didn't come. Silence is fine, I thought, she can see I'm contemplating the chart....but what was this internal sabotage happening within me? I Beginners mind. Do I know what I’m doing? This is so much harder than psychotherapy, I thought. I ought to be using my counseling degree, instead of doing this! I thought how much

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As I opened the door of my office I was struck by Judith’s stunning presence. Thick dark hair, flawless white skin and near-black eyes, framed an impeccable face hinting of sadness as well as "some purity of heart." I knew she was thirty-five years old yet something made her look older than her years. She wore an old-fashioned summer hat and pearl earrings. Judith was coming here today for

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Private Journal~ The air smelled warm and chemically sweet in the nursing home. I pressed “two” as the elevator slowly rose to the second floor. The door opened, and I walked across the dining area looking for Mom. She wasn’t there. The other patients were slowly eating though many had their heads drooped over as if they were asleep. Hardly anyone talked. The lights on the Christmas wreath on

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artwork: Susan Boulet Dear Kendra~ It was good to hear from you and to hear you are well. I simply haven’t been able to write till now, but here I sit, staring at the computer screen back in my astrology “office” in Newport, R.I. I left Sophie and Alistair to come back to care for my mother in the nursing home. Her stroke was massive, and the astrology charts are blatant in their verdict.

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Dear Kendra~ Knowing that I’d have to leave Sophie and Zurich the next morning, we spent a few hours wandering the old city in search of the perfect “parting” gift for me to give Sophie. What I found was a little framed photograph of the “forgotten stone” carved by Carl Jung at his private sanctuary at Bollingen. It’s full of carved astrological symbols. At first, Sophie thought it was a

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Private Journal, Oct 14th Before Sophie and I even had breakfast, I looked at my emails—I’m forwarding them into my journal for pondering— Dearest Isabelle~ I wonder if you’ll get this before you and Sophie get to Zurich. I want so much to see you both again, and yet I feel…tormented. I don’t know how to reconcile me, you…. Us. Let me tell you what happened today…. As you know, I’m

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Dear Kendra~ We got to Zurich in the pouring rain and wandered through the streets of the old town looking for a place to stay. Finally, near exhaustion, we stopped at a café for coffee—cappuccino (!) and I spotted a marionette-puppet shop across the street… so we ducked in there, and I turned into a kid again looking for the lost Pinocchio… but instead I left with one scruffy-looking

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Dear Kendra~ Here’s a photo of Carl Jung’s “Bollingen Tower” that I saw the last time I was in Zurich—such a magical place! I love that he built this stone and timber tower as his sacred retreat. There’s a wall here where he painted a vibrant mural of the outstretched wings of his spiritual mentor, ‘Philemon’. You can see this colorful painting in his journal: “The Red Book” –and he

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Dear Kendra~      I wish I could be like mythogical Merlin here, magically bestowing answers and comfort, but instead, you have me, your friend and mentor, who is more humbly "a reluctant astrologer." If I were him, I would be sharing with you how the Soul has such strange ways of mirroring the ancient esoteric saying: "that which is above to that which is below."  I would add too, that one is

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Dear Isabelle~ Sometimes I think you can make astrology prove anything. Isn’t it like the Bible—the way you can just pick the right verse and chapter, and prove anything?! I can imagine you can make a case for God’s approval or disapproval, or for Destiny’s "Astrological" approval or disapproval, on almost anything in the chart—? Look at the choices we have—look at what astrology has in

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                                                  Saturn’s in Libra till February, 2012, but today October 7th, there’s a New Moon in Libra: the Sun and Moon are conjoined at the same degree and the “Reality Cop, Mr. Transiting Saturn” has just joined them---what a powerful “Call” that is to getting our relationships right! No blaming or shaming allowed, just do what needs to be done and make an

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This morning I've been reading that the medieval astrologer, Marsilio Fincino, was the first to express the “gift of Saturn”—namely that Saturn can be the midwife of insight. This is because depression, or “melancholia” as he called it, creates a permeable boundary between consciousness and unconsciousness, and allows us to adjust real issues that have gotten out of hand—our personal

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Dear Kendra~ So here’s the rest of the story: Sophie and I came down from the steep walk down the cliff-side, and ducked into a little tea house and ordered a pot of Earl Gray with and ginger scones—my favorite! But even before they arrived, I launched into the story of what I had never told her—about finding a mentor, finding Tomas, and a Near-Death experience. “When I was around twenty

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“Whenever two or more are gathered in my name…”…there is love? Or there is Jesus? Or the synchronistic appearance of the “Holy Spirit”? Dear Alistair and Kendra~ When Sophie and I got to the seaside town of Whitby, we checked into the hotel that sits right on the river that divides the Victorian side of town from the medieval side. On one side is where Bram Stocker wrote his novel “

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"Do not speak for those who can speak..but for those who cannot. We are not human beings having a spiritual experience, but spiritual beings having a human experience." Pierre de Chardin Dearest Kendra~ You ask me, what do I think? I’m proud of you for finding that extra energy to get out there and “do something” and then take the time to sit down and send me your "ponderings" about it all.

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Dear Isabelle~ I feel un-loveable. I feel fat and miserable. I feel like climbing out of my skin, and something inside me wants to slither away like a snake or retreat like a turtle. I know the turtle image is fitting for my Moon in Cancer, but I can’t hide now-- I need to attempt, yet another, Sun-in-Scorpio “rebirth”. I’m sick and tired of dying and being reborn, but I know I must do it. I

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Dear Kendra~ When I look at my own chart, or a client’s chart, I want to find out first what is truly going on here--what is the question beneath the question? And I want the chart to give me a clue as to what would be most helpful in “solving” that issue. I don’t want to bring up fear or excuses, shame or blame, I simply want to see what and why, and how to make it better. So, I look

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Dear Isabelle~ I was touched by your willingness to get over the mask of the teacher--the “persona mask” and so poignantly tell me the story about meeting up again with Alistair and Sophie—and your yearning to heal the splits among you. This photo of a “split open rock” that I’m sending, reminded me of the pain of that “severance” I hear in your voice...it also reminds me of the

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I’m reluctant to leave this place that is so embedded with Celtic Spirituality. I took one more solitary walk before leaving the island, and took a photo of a spiral stone-- it reminded me how the Celts experience the Divine as a tender force, not visible, but present in all things. Such a sweet reminder! The world of nature was a constant companion to them--and as the Irish poet, John O’

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Dear Kendra~ I’m so sorry I dropped our writing correspondence when all this happened with Sophie. I suspect with your Moon in Cancer, squaring Pluto, you might be sensitive to anything that feels like abandonment or neglect. If I hadn’t finally phoned you from Lindisfarne to catch up on my “disappearance” I would have felt very guilty! But here we are again, and I will get over my private

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Private Journal I’m here—on the “Holy Island” of Lindisfarne staying at the room Sophie reserved for herself at the Christian Retreat Center, while she’s at the hospital on the main-land. This is too strange. There’s a Celtic Cross-Mandala hanging above the wooden writing table in my little monk's cell here, and I can e see the white-capped waves of the ocean through the diamond

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Journal, Sept 15 A woman from a British hospital in "Berwick-on-Tweed" called late last night about my Sophie. Apparently, Sophie had gone on “pilgrimage” to the holy island of Lindisfarne—which she’d never really told me about—! I had no idea that her dream to walk ‘through the waters’ meant crossing dangerous undertows of incredibly fast tides! I had no idea she planned to walk at

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Dear Kendra~ I loved what you wrote about Carl Jung and how he would understand this Cardinal Cross. You're so right about holding the tension of these opposites in the cross made between Uranus, Saturn, and Pluto. I will write more about this to you in my next letter, but first I want to share this personal piece with you, as some tense things seem to be developing in my life....in my Saturn

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   Dear Isabelle~ Now you have me worried! What are you looking at in your chart? Is it that cardinal cross?  It was so special that you sent me your chart and a copy of your personal journal, but what changes are you seeing there that send you "out of your head and up to the art studio?"  I know that the Cardinal Cross--with Saturn in Libra, Pluto in Capricorn, and Uranus in Aries is coming

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Private Journal, August 26, 2010 This language of astrology has become a voice for me. But it’s strange how ambivalent I feel about it! I hate cocktail-talk astrology, and just don’t do it. And when I called Kendra after the last letter about her miscarriage, I certainly didn’t want to “talk astrology” but the language of the heart. Just remembered that it was today, Aug 26th, 1920

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Dear Kendra~ Last night I was sitting at dinner between two astrologers who were talking voraciously about their techniques--the rightness of the Placidus or Koch house systems, their views on declinations, mid-points, and orbs, and the disparity between Vedic and Western astrology. I found myself in a strangely quiet mood. They seemed like two jewelers exclaiming the beauty of their gems, the

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Dear Isabelle~ I lost the baby last night. The bleeding started slowly yesterday morning, and—since you know I wasn’t far along in this pregnancy—I thought it might just stop. Well it didn’t, and close to midnight I was in pain and going out of my mind—like the worst case of PMS and cramps—and then a final letting go…it all came out of me. The good news is that I didn’t have to make a

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Dear Kendra~      You asked me to send you my chart, so here it is! Libra Sun, conjunct Neptune and Venus with an Aries Moon, and Aries Rising. The North Node in Taurus in the 2nd house is the only earth planet, and the South Node in Scorpio is conjunct Jupiter in the 8th house. As you can see, I have a lot of planetary energy in the 5th, 6th, and 7th houses. Do you remember that they are

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Dearest Kendra~ Ah…I’m so sorry to hear about this man! I think relationships are truly the “hardest yoga.” But the good news is that at least you see this about him now, at your Saturn Return, and you know that in the future you won’t accept this kind of coldness in a partnership. You told me he has Venus in Scorpio—well, Venus in Scorpio and Venus in hard aspect to Pluto can reflect an

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Dear Isabelle~ I was reading your book last night about the Nodes, and when I read what you wrote in it about Leo North Node, my dear boyfriend said it was all “magical thinking.” Well, you know what? I don’t care, because what you wrote about the Nodes, destiny, fate, and especially my South Node in Aquarius it really touched something deep inside me and it felt right…very right. I also haven’

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Journal, August 3rd, 2010"Once upon a time there was a woman, who wasn't as young as she used to be, who sat at her table to write. It was very early morning and she had just awoken from a night full of terrible dreams. In every dream she was lost and no one could hear or help her. After each dream she awoke, and thought it was over--but it wasn't--there was yet another bad dream, and then

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Dear Kendra~ There's a thunder and lighning storm raging outside, as I sit in my cozy room...the amber stained glass light on my desk warms the pages of my old journal as I write. I'm thinking about your Cancer Moon in the "4th house" --the fourth house always relates to your family of origin and how you frame the personal mythology of your life. It has to do with the 3 H's: home, heart and

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Dear Kendra~ Here’s your astrology chart based on the fact that you were born on Oct 29th, 1980 at 4:02 pm EST in Boston, Massachusetts. You have a Scorpio Sun, Cancer Moon, Aries Rising, North Node in Leo, South Node in Aquarius, Saturn in Libra. But what we’ve been writing about is your first Saturn Return--that transit that happens to everyone sometime between 28-30 years old. It’s

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Dear Isabelle~ When I made that first call to you before our letters began, I was surprised to hear you're going through a Saturn Return as well! Your Second Saturn Return at 60 years old, and me, at my First Saturn Return at 30! Or did you say you'd just been through it? How is it different from the first one at my age?  I too feel moved by the synchronicity of our connecting, but I don’

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Dear Kendra~ You say the prediction is coming true, and I say it is not! You give your power away when you say that, and I don’t care if he is a famous astrologer. We’ll have much to talk about—I want to share with you some secrets of astrology, so that you can really understand yourself and your chart, and so you will never feel tempted by vague fears or inclinations that to procrastinate

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