The Persistence Of Trauma: A Synchronicity Story

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“Winds in the east, mist coming in, / Like somethin’ is brewin’ and bout to begin. / Can’t put me finger on what lies in store, / But I fear what’s to happen all happened before.”
–Bert, “Mary Poppins”

OK. So here is a tale of quite uncanny synchronicity I heard a few days ago first-hand:

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