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I love a psychic fair; I doubt anyone loves them more than I.
There are readers of all shapes and sizes. You pay money to be read.
Some of them are spot on, others are a waste of sixty dollars.
I never know.

At one psychic fair, I pointedly avoided a woman wearing all white.
She had on a white hat too, and I practically ran from her.
Two of my children were as drawn to her as I was repulsed.
They reported I had to go see her.

She smiled when I approached. 
I felt your energy when you came in, she told me.
I actually looked up and I instantly knew who you were.
I sat down, and somehow knew her too.

You were my teacher in a past life, she told me.
Now I can be yours. This made sense in some way.
I began taking psychic classes from her.
it was the start of a new development in my soul development.

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