Then, comes the darkness. When they are gone, I struggle. The darkness is like a weight, pressing heavily upon me, and I must fight to push it off of me, so that I may surface, and rejoin the world.
The One Who Loves Me touches my face and washes me with water, or is it tears? I yearn, but cannot know until I am back among the living. I have suffered a little death.
A little E.
Is that how you get your aura mam ....
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