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(We talked about Bill Macdonnel, who stopped in late this afternoon to say goodbye before leaving for California. [...]

[...] The mail had brought us good news early this afternoon; we’d celebrated with a drink, then Seth had come through.

[...] (Long pause.) The chart of events at the time of your “birth” is like one small snapshot of someone’s backyard in the afternoon. [...]

[...] Then, since it was late afternoon, I took a break for a brief nap. [...]

[...] I think of green, the color that is of grass on summer afternoons. [...]

[...] Now, there was an afternoon, I believe when you were nearly three. Your father was home in the afternoon. [...]

All during this time I was working at the local art gallery in the afternoons. [...]

[...] An afternoon. [...]

[...] Jane had been quite blue after sleeping for a couple of hours late this afternoon—and after she’d already slept for two hours this morning. [...]

[...] This afternoon when the clothes were returned Jerry found a note stapled to a garment, found in a pocket by the cleaners. [...]

As soon as she delivered the first phrase of the first full sentence for Chapter 6, I recalled that she’d accurately quoted it to me this afternoon, saying that that was the way Seth would start the session.)

[...] She usually sits at her table in the morning and afternoons until going to the john around 4 PM; usually she doesn’t do much in this period. [...]

The intuitive realization came this afternoon, though he did not realize it, for it is natural for his body to bring him ease, pleasure and satisfaction.

[...] It was September, damp and foggy in the afternoon, about four o’clock. [...]

(This afternoon Jane wrote a letter to a spiritual healer, Harry Edwards, in England, but has yet to mail it. [...]

(This afternoon Jane received a letter from Pat Norelli, in Boston. [...]

And a very positive event took place that afternoon. [...]

“You cannot know what would have happened, for example, had it not been produced (as I’d speculated to Jane late this afternoon), or distributed, so the question might seem moot. [...]

“i read over that chapter 1 this a.m. and thats about all i did and think about these ideas… and so far this is all i’ve done this afternoon, want to look chapter over again…

“There was an afternoon in a small park when you were a child about eleven. [...]

(This afternoon Jane and I met a friend of John Bradley’s, Mrs. Lorraine Shafer, Horseheads, NY. [...]

An afternoon affair. [...]