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      <title>Pain's Lesson:  Walking Meditation</title>
      <description>One day in early January 2000, I lay stretched out on the attic floor beside the wood stove, wrapped in a green fleece blanket and stared out the skylight to a lustrous New England winter scene - a piercing blue sky rippled with white clouds, and tree boughs heavy with pristine snow. As I tried to relax into this pleasant vista, I began to feel the telltale signals of an impending spike in pain. Instead of curling up into my usual fetal position...</description>
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