Uncommon Grounds, 10 a.m., Saturday

Stocky man, white, longish, unruly, curly hair. Black, button-down short-sleeve shirt. Turned in his chair so his back is facing the wall, his harms spread out and rotaing his hands on his wrists as he speaks, to a man crowded in next to him: Then you spread out to the edges of the universe and then you feel the energy…

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