I wear the conflicts like a cloak with a clasp that will not unlatch. The cloak is fabricated from the taunts of bullying lawyers, the fusillade of barbs that pass for litigation communication, the laments of obstinate clients, the sheer futility of working within a broken system. In moments of levity, the cloak flutters off my shoulders in the manner of a superhero’s cape. When times are low, the cloak is weighted as if by a torrential downpour. Whether or not I feel its presence, it is there, conspiring to trip me up when my defenses are down. And yet …
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