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All the chaff blows into the wind

May 15, 2020 by Annabel Hawkins

In summer I met up with a purple psychic in
her van near the park near where I grew up.

She took my hands and spoke of near misses
and close encounters around the lakes

and then she said -

when you have found the right place
your hand will slip into the glove and

it will just fit.

You’ll know what I mean.

May 15, 2020 /Annabel Hawkins
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