You know, once I was doing some imagery work, and I was asked to imagine her playing on a beach. I walk up to her, we have a conversation, and then. . .what? So, I imagined this. . .the whole thing, and after the conversation was over, I stood up to leave, she reached up for my hand and I just recoiled in terror. I left her. Left her sitting on a beach somewhere.
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