The Lost Little Girl I traveled to a home, just up the hill, I found my father and two sons and a mother in the house sitting at dinner. I was also sitting with them, indulging with them, laughing with them, yet I never felt my presence and neither did they. Pictures of a past me were on their walls, I wasn't sure what to think of this, but I do know I was at peace, in a yellow room with an ombré feeling. But I was also in terrible horror; I was witnessing my departure.
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