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He came to me, or rather an angel white, seven foot oval in the middle of the night like the knot of a tree stretched woke me at half past one. I knew it was him. Kim. It freaked me out. I had to turn the light on and fill the noise of his presence with a podcast. Sorry Kim. It was too much. There was so much power i…
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