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Over time she has come to regard that moment as a blessing. “The truth of it is, I had not done as good a job as I could have,” she admits. She had plenty of excuses. She had written her 300-page treatise on libertarianism and natural law in the dark, early hours of the morning, and late at night — whenever she was not tending to her babies (Marion, now 7, and Winslow, 5) or the family farm and its “rotating menagerie” of animals. “I didn’t do the best that I could have, and God dropkicks you when you do that.”