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My time in Astorga was my whale-belly time, a true separation from my known world and self. I was extremely depressed and could not see how I could complete my journey. At that point I was transitioning between worlds and selves. What I did not realize was that, as I lie miserable on a bunk in a municipal dormitory, a separation was being made between my old world and old self and my potential for a new world and new self. What I did not yet know was that, as my hope bled out, the experiences that were to shape my new world and self had already begun with this dark, unknown, and frightening experience. I found myself desperate to undergo the metamorphosis which indeed had already begun.
My time in Astorga was my whale-belly time, a true separation from my known world and self. I was extremely depressed and could not see how I could complete my journey. At that point I was transitioning between worlds and selves. What I did not realize was that, as I lie miserable on a bunk in a municipal dormitory, a separation was being made between my old world and old self and my potential for a new world and new self. What I did not yet know was that, as my hope bled out, the experiences that were to shape my new world and self had already begun with this dark, unknown, and frightening experience. I found myself desperate to undergo the metamorphosis which indeed had already begun.
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