Wow what a weird night, it has been quit awhile since I have been kept awake by many who need not rest themselves. The dead find the living having requirements irrelevant. It is dawn and I have not slept a wink from a variety of readings, visions and pokes to wake me. Wish I could refer to what am about to implore to you as nothing more than a dream but that would infer I got some sleep.
One of the first and reoccurring imagery is much like a movie, it is an intersection I am looking at on an angle. A women crosses from the back round to the left, she is dressed in a long flowing black mourning gown tearing up a kerchief as she walks with her head turned to the ground. As she nears the corner she is greeted by a mans hand, he too is dressed in a dapper manner but all in black. As he takes her hand, she melts into a darkened spot onto the ground and when he lets go, she rises as a beautiful widow. She than continues on as the man melts away into the ground.
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