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My Out-of-Body Experience
The author - 1982 In the spring of 1982, I was in my second year of university, majoring in Religion, and living off-campus in a cottage owned by the Catholic Church. I’d lucked into this rental, after flatting with two graduate students both of whom seemed incapable of finishing anything, let alone a thesis. I’d learned of the vacancy from a couple I met through friends; it was ramshackle, bordering on dilapidated, but conveniently located on the river bank a quarter of a
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