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She Floated Through My Soul

For two hundred years the girl with the candelabra frequented the house Visiting inhabitants in their dreams, or when they were awake. Lost in this house years ago, prior to her death, unsure why. 616 West Bramblewood Court, was it the address? Many held seances over the years, to pull her out, to ask her questions. She answered a few of them with her name, nothing else, no last name. There was speculation, but no one came anywhere close to the truth. For the truth had eluded her. She could not share what she did not know. An empath moved into the house in 2021 and she met the girl. Spoke to her while she worked, included her in every conversation. Told the girl how she could go into the light and find her lost relatives. When the girl left, she gave the empath a hug goodbye. Upon leaving, she floated through my soul, the empath said. I knew that she could not tell me what she did not know. I feel she had Alzheimer or a form of dementia. Totally correct, she had helped the girl return to her people.

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