I continued scanning the audience, and made my way over to a pretty brunette girl who had tears in her eyes, from watching the other readings. In a striking British accent, she introduced herself as Charlie. Almost immediately, a woman I identified as Charlie’s grandmother came through, painting for me the picture of a relationship that had ended abruptly, with some kind of personal trauma attached. Through symbols, her grandma acknowledged for me that a blood vessel had ruptured, and she made some sort of reference to her makeup. Strongest of all, I felt a deep sense of love for her
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