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Speaking My Peace: Finding the High Ground

A man in plain clothes got out of a similarly plain-looking car, and asked for me by name. I said yes, I was Jacqlyn Thorne. He handed me two pieces of paper stapled together and said I was being served. The breeze almost blew the papers out of my hands as I stared at them. They had spelled my name wrong, I thought. That was what I noticed…