WW: "It was early afternoon when my bus arrived at the Greyhound Depot in Santa Cruz. My grandfather was there to meet me in his old, green Studebaker. He had this wonderful smell of Old Spice cologne, Prince Albert tobacco that he smoked, and creamy sweet coffee that he drank by the gallon. We stopped at Fisherman's Wharf on our way to my grandparent's home for Grandma had given him a list of various types of fish she wanted to prepare for dinner in the next week or so. Santa Cruz was a simple little Portuguese fishing village back in those days. There weren't any colleges there at that time. The main two businesses were Shady Oak Mushroom Farms and Wrigley's Spearmint Gum. The Beach Boardwalk was the town's main summer attraction. This was a playground of carnival rides and sideshows and The World Famous Big Dipper, one of the world's largest roller coasters. The Coconut Grove Dance Pavilion hosted The Miss California Beauty Pageants and my grandfather never failed to find a place to watch it from in the first row. 

The Coconut Grove Pavilion

"There were no trains or airports to get you to Santa Cruz during the '50's. If you didn't have a car, the Greyhound bus would have to do. It has been too many years since I last visited this town, but back in my teenage years it was my favorite of all places to be. I loved seeing the little sun-bleached cottages snuggled in the hills and cliffs by the sea. Thick fog smeared the glow of the cities streetlights. By late morning the fog would magically clear, allowing the days to become beach suntan warm. My Portuguese and French ancestry allowed me tan very dark and very easily, so while visiting in Santa Cruz I sported the most beautiful suntans one could ever imagine. People on the beaches would stop me to exclaim, 'God! What a fantastic tan you have!' Naturally I was very proud for I had never received much personal attention regarding my looks before this time. I would spend my summer days walking the picturesque beaches by the hour. I would leave my grandparent's home the moment the sun burned off the fog and would never, but never, return home again before the sun had set and the last glow of light disappeared. I have loved the sea from the first moment I glimpsed it and my love affair with the sea began that summer in Santa Cruz."

View of The Big Dipper from East Cliff Drive

Dr: "I have always had a special fondness for that town, too. I lived not far away in Los Altos, California and would spend many of my weekends exploring the little towns of Aptos, Capitola, Soquel, Santa Cruz, Ben Lomand and Brookdale. I can easily understand why you loved it so. I remember it well during the period you are describing. Despite its growth it still maintains it's simplistic charms. "

WW: "My grandparents were a joy to live with. They never set any curfews or rules for me to live by. I was totally trusted, never criticized nor ever scolded. I was free to come and go as I pleased. I could sleep as late as I wanted and stay out as late as I pleased. No questions were ever asked as to where I had been. All they ever asked was, 'Did you have a good time?' If I had not returned home by dinnertime leftovers would be warming in the oven, and the refrigerator was always heaped full of wonderful foods. Between having a job at a local nursing home and gallivanting around with her many friends, Marilyn and I did not see much of each other that summer. We shared the same bedroom, she in one twin bed and I in the other. By the time I returned home she was usually asleep and by the time I awoke she had already left."

Dr: "Was there ever any mention between you and Marilyn about your relationship as brother and sister?"

WW: "No, not that summer. It would be several years away before we ever admitted to each other that we were aware of our true relationship. Marilyn was aware that I was her brother at this time, however."

Dr: "But she kept the truth from you because she felt, perhaps, that you were too young to understand the truth of your relationship?"

WW: "Yes, I think so. Besides, the five years difference between our ages greatly separated us by our interests. I was still considered to be 'just a kid' while Marilyn was already driving her own car, dating and smoking cigarettes too."

Dr: "Considering the fact that you were so very young and, of course, unable to drive or have a car, what is it that you did that caused you to come home so late in the night?"

WW: "My you sound like a concerned mother! (Laugh) I usually just walked. I walked everywhere. Sometimes I would just stay at the Boardwalk and watch the people milling about until the amusement park closed. If I had any extra money I would go to the movies and stay till the last picture finished."

Dr: "Did you make any friends while you were there? Did you have anyone to go places with?"

WW: "No, but I didn't mind. I wanted to be alone that summer. Relatives would come to visit often. They would usually spend just a day or two, so company was most always available if I wanted it. My cousin Arlene Cardoza came up from San Diego with her parents for a visit. Although we never got to see each other very often, Arlene and I were very close. They brought along their dog, Suzie, with them. As much as I loved dogs having Suzie around made it harder for me because she was a reminder of my loss of Cindy. What was most special for me that summer was the fact that this was the first time I had really felt any form of independence whatsoever. Grandma and Grandpa refused to give me any chores to do. Childhood, for them, was to have fun. I told them about the difficulties I was having with my father. They were very concerned but said little for they knew there was little that they could do to help me. Grandma was very wise and totally non-critical of anybody. She had wise and deep thoughts to be sure but she kept her opinions to herself. 'If you don't have anything good to say then don't say anything at all,' was one of her favorite sayings and she abided by that. I loved her almost as much as Mom, but despite the fact they were both born under The Sign of Aries they were very different. Mom was warm and friendly. She had a childlike exuberance about her. She loved people. She loved talking with them and cared about everything they cared about. Grandma, on the other hand, read her prayer books daily and took a very religious attitude towards life. She was prepared when her time came! She was very gentle yet firm and, although she pretended to be somewhat aloof, she adored it when I would kiss her or tell her I loved her."

Dr: "But you did tell her about the abuses Bud put you through? Did you tell her also about Mr. Huff and what had happened to you?"

WW: No. Not that. I was very ashamed and, therefore, secretive about that. I did tell her about Bud and how he sent my dog to the pound. I also told her certain things that he did which were cruel. You know, toothpicks and pennies·things like that. I didn't tell her about 'The Monk', not in so many words. I just told her about the things he did that were intentionally cruel."

Dr: "And did she believe you?"

WW: Yes, both of my grandparents did, but as I said, what could they do? They knew how much he loved my mother and she him. They knew the financial pitfalls that befell Mom due to her health problems. They were troubled by what I told them. I could see that on their faces when I shared the things I did. However, they said very little. What else could they say except, 'Be patient. Things will work out.' But, yes, they were deeply concerned for me."

Dr: "Did they offer to let you live with them? Did you ask them if you could?"

WW: "No. I knew my parents would never give me up. I'm sure Dad would have personally liked to, but he knew Mom would never let that happen. I did think of running away but soon gave up the idea. Where would I go and how could I earn a living? I hate to admit it, but every night I prayed to die. I would pray not to wake up in the morning. I thought about suicide, but was too fearful of how my death would affect my Mother. Yet, at the same time I had not forgiven her for not forcing my father to get Cindy back from the pound for me. I wanted to punish her and yet I loved her. This was a very hard, complex and confusing time for me. I had never turned away from Mom before. Prior to my losing Cindy I could never remember a moment I had not loved her. But now, after all that had occurred, I tried to be indifferent towards her, to even stop loving her. I was angry and yet at the same time I was heartbroken. I spent most of my time at the beach that summer. My favorite place was The Cove. It was a secluded beach that only the locals were aware of. The beach was small but gloriously beautiful. It was shaped like the crescent of a half moon and surrounded by high cliffs and dozens of pine trees on all sides surrounding it. At the furthest tip of a long finger shaped cliff that protruded into the sea stood a gothic stone monastery. I would lie on the beach far below and stare upwards at it to see the nuns quietly reading their prayer books as they sat on benches facing the sea. I envied them for their devoted belief in God, for once again I felt that He had failed me and, like my mother, I was mad at Him, too."

Dr: "Considering what happened to your dog and considering your age then, you had cause to be angry just as you had cause when Joanie died, and when Brutus was killed."

WW: "Nothing in life seemed at all just or fair. I was entering into my teenage years and now, more than ever, I was becoming aware of life's injustices. To worsen matters during this period of my life, I learned that my mother might have to undergo a second heart surgery. I overheard my grandmother speaking with my aunt, Lorraine, on the telephone. She said, 'Julia's doctors want more medical tests done to see if she should have another heart surgery. Her heart condition is now worse than it was prior to her last surgery. They are very worried. She won't be able to live long without an operation, but they also fear she may not live through the ordeal.' I confessed to Grandma that I had overheard what she had said. She was very upset with herself for she had not known I was in the house at the time of her conversation. She said, 'It's just a maybe. The doctors are not sure yet. There is nothing to worry about, for Julia is fine for now. If there is another heart surgery it will be sometime in the future.' 'How can she be fine, Grandma?', I asked. 'I heard you say that she is worse than she was before and that without or without the operation she might die!' Grandma then confessed to me the seriousness of Mom's condition and asked me to promise not to tell Mom that I was aware of this, for Mom did not want me to know because 'He worries too much.' Here I was, trying to 'not' love my mother anymore while now, because of this news, I wanted to do all I could to love and comfort her. It was a complex and very psychologically difficult time for me. I began sleeping to escape thinking. I would sleep every chance I got and dread waking up. As I have said, I hoped to die during the night, so when I did awaken I would become very depressed that I was still alive and that I would have to face the surgery that was to come and the fact that my mother might die and the fear that I might have to live alone without her and with only my father."

Dr: "So you meant it when you said that you prayed to die?"

WW: Most definitely! I wanted to escape from all the difficulties of my life·the disappointments and fears. On July 4^th, 1957, however, all of that changed for I was given a choice."

Dr: "A choice of what?"

WW: "A choice of living or dying. Despite my deep depression and negative frame of mind during this period of my life, ironically I chose to live. No·maybe that's not true. I don't remember choosing to go on living; I think that it was chosen for me to do so. It was something called The Law Of Grace."

Dr: "I have a feeling that you are going to thrill and fascinate me with one of your marvelous psychic happenings? Am I right?"

WW: (Laugh) "Maybe so. What happened to me on that 4^th of July would forever change my life·both spiritually and in a worldly way, too. I did not realize this at the time of this 'happening.' I did not realize how greatly I had been affected until several years following the incident. Everything that I am today, everything that I was to become was because of what happened to me on that Forth of July day."

Dr: "Are you referring to your work? Do you mean your career as an Astrologer and your clairvoyant abilities?"

WW: "Yes, but I did not know it at that time."

Dr: "Well? Don't keep me in suspense, damn it! Go on·tell me what happened."

WW: (Laugh) "I don't remember what brought this about. Maybe Mom planned it. Or, maybe we had made arrangements to meet that summer. I no longer recall, but anyway my two friends, Woody and Gary, came to visit me in Santa Cruz for a few days that July. Gary's last name was Yant. I can't remember what Woody's last name is anymore. It was so long ago I have forgotten. Anyway, they came to Santa Cruz to see me and we all stayed at my grandparent's house. 

Walden, Woody and Gary Mug Shot Taken at a Boardwalk Photo Concession

"On the 4^th of July the three of us decided to spend the day at the beach at The Boardwalk. None of us were old enough to drive, of course, so Grandpa offered to drive us there but we told him we would rather walk. It was a long walk·four or five miles. I had made this trip dozens of times and I wanted to share the beauty of it with my two friends. I decided we would take the longer route, which was along the coastline, beaches and cliffs. It was exceptionally hot that day. There had not even been any fog that morning. We decided to just wear our bathing trunks and carry our beach towels. We began our walk on 17^th Street to where it came to and end at The Cove. We walked along the beaches as far as we could, but would have to zigzag over cliffs and back onto streets for the terrain there is broken and jagged. Naturally the longer we walked the hotter we became. We finally arrived on East Cliff Drive. This is the street that borders the San Lorenzo River. It is on the cliff high above the river and across this river lays The Boardwalk on the beach below. The San Lorenzo River empties into the Monterey Bay at this point and the bridge that crosses it is still a great distance away, a mile or more, in the city limits of Santa Cruz. Rather than continue that long walk to the bridge Woody suggested that we take a shortcut and 'just swim across.' Gary agreed and so I, not being that good a swimmer suggested that we just continue to walk because if we swam across the river we'd get our towels wet. 'Who cares? It's so hot today that they will dry out in no time,' Woody said. Not wanting to be a chicken I agreed that we would swim across the river and so the three of us walked down the cliff as close to the waters edge as we could get. It would still be quite a jump, maybe 15 or 20 feet. Woody was the first to dive in followed by Gary. Once I saw that they were safely out of my way I jumped into the river feet first. As I said, it was very, very hot that day so naturally I was sweating and sunburned. When I submerged into the water it was so cold, so icy cold, that the shock of the contrast in temperatures literally knocked the air out of me! I found myself absolutely without breath and gasped and gasped for air but could not seem to grasp any. I called for help. Woody and Gary were already out of the river sitting on the beach waiting for me. I kept calling for help but they thought I was just joking because I could see them laughing as they watched me splashing wildly mid river. I was so panicked that I thrashed my arms as rapidly as I could trying to keep from sinking below into the depths of the river. No matter how hard I tried I could not keep above. I recall being encompassed in the most horrible pain I have ever known. It felt as if my heart was going to explode. My arms ached so badly that it was unbearable and at the same time I was so cold that the cold itself was agonizingly painful. I no longer had any breath left in my lungs from which to call for help and I knew that it would do me no good to do so anyway for Woody and Gary did not realize the reality of my situation. 'Please, God. Oh please, God, help me. Please make the pain stop. Please stop the pain. Please. Please.' I kept begging from my mind. 'Let go!', I heard a voice say. 'Let go!', it said again. I will never, as long as I live, ever forget the sweet melodic sound of that voice. It was beautifully musical, kind, loving and gentle, gentler and sweeter than any voice I had ever heard before or even since. Although I could not see from where it was coming, I realized that I was hearing the voice of an angel. Somehow I did as I was asked, I 'let go' and the very moment that I did so my pain ceased. The horrid paid I had been experiencing ceased all together and I felt as if a soft warm blanket had embraced my body taking all the coldness and hurt away. At first all I could see was darkness, a very black, black darkness. In the next moment, that blackness turned to a deep beautiful shade of dark blue. The next thing I knew I was floating in the sky above the water, looking down. That is to say my soul was floating in the sky above. Below I could see The Boardwalk, the bay, Woody and Gary and the spot in water that was my physical body. I was absolutely fascinated by the beauty and the wonder of it all! Everything looked as real as it would in life except that the colors of everything were so much brighter, more intense than in reality. I watched the roller coaster swirl across the rails of The Big Dipper. I saw Woody and Gary far down below me. They were standing up now; looking across the water to the place my body had disappeared. I could somehow read their minds and I knew they were alarmed and were finally aware that I had drowned. I watched a man paddle a canoe. Beside him sat a little girl. The canoe was hurriedly gliding towards the spot where my body had submerged. I watched as the man dived into the water. He disappeared underwater for a short while and when he surfaced I could see that he was pulling my physical body along side him. I was fascinated so see the little girl in the canoe grab hold of me and try helping him pull my body inside the boat. I was certain that I was dead but the idea of that was of no concern to me whatsoever.  I was far too fascinated by the intensity of the color blue of the waters and sky. They seemed to glow as if lit by neon. I marveled at the reds, yellows, and greens, colors of the clothing people were wearing at the amusement park below. The colors were so vivid, almost hurtful to the eyes. I was aware that I had died. "Why am I not afraid?" I asked myself. I was amazed that I wasn't·but I felt no fear whatsoever. 'Why aren't you afraid to be here all alone? Why don't you care where you are supposed to go?', I thought. But I wasn't afraid and I didn't care. Where I was seemed to be exactly where I was supposed to be and where I wanted to be. I felt so wonderful, so comfortable and so totally enamored by the beauty of all that surrounded me. I looked upward into the sky and there I saw a tunnel. It was a long, seemingly endless tunnel that appeared to disappear into infinity. The tunnel seemed to be alive, much as the cone of a tornado's funnel has life except that the tunnel, which I saw, had no fury. It was calm and slowly twisted and turned looking much like a silk thread floating on water. As I looked deeper into the tunnel I saw a magnificent radiant light. The light, too, seemed to have life. It was a glorious, diamond white color that pulsated, turning shades of brilliant blue. I knew I was seeing God. I knew I was feeling Him, and that if I continued to look into this light I would travel up this tunnel to be with Him. 'Before you decide·look and see,' I heard the voice of The Angel say. She spoke from behind me and to my left. For the first time since my soul had separated from my body I felt human emotion. As if watching a movie, I saw my mother sitting at our breakfast table back home in Bakersfield. She was sobbing hysterically. In front of her, lying on the table was a newspaper. As if I was standing behind her I looked over her shoulder to see what she was reading. There in print was my obituary. 'Mama, don't cry. Don't cry,' I begged, but she could not hear me. I felt her pain and agony and the intensity of her grief overwhelmed and engulfed me. I felt such pity for her. 'Oh, God·please, I beg You·please don't let my Mother cry·please Dear God·she has suffered so much. Please? Please, I beg you·Please don't let me Mother cry.' Suddenly the image disappeared and I was once again peering into the endless tunnel looking at the magnificent light in the great distance beyond. I had not realized at first that I had actually entered into the tunnel. I was traveling at a great speed, soaring as if being blown by a great wind. Still with me, and to my left side from behind, I heard The Angel say, 'Wait! Anyone who loves so greatly should be given The Law Of Grace. Come. Come with me.' Suddenly I stopped soaring forward. In the next instance I was being pulled backwards, back out of the tunnel as if being pulled by a tremendous magnetic force. For the first time I saw the Angel. She was so magnificently beautiful that I was awestruck by her appearance. Her young lovely face exuded kindness and love and the feeling of all that was good and compassionate and caring. I was enraptured in her presence, entirely mesmerized. 'Come with me, my friend,' she said. She extended her right arm forward and, although her hand had the transparency of clear crystal, I put my hand into hers as I knew she had wanted me to do. Together the two of us soared into a most remarkable place, a place I think that may have been somewhere in time. We were suddenly in an enormous galaxy. It may have been our solar system or perhaps another; I am not certain. We were surrounded by thousands of stars and planets. This seemed to be a limitless galaxy, a space with no ending. I felt as if I had one enormous eye and this eye could see everywhere around me all at the same time. What amazed me most was that there were colors I had never seen. Colors that there were no names for·astonishingly beautiful colors! One planet would be one color, another planet another. Yes, there were reds and blues and yellows and greens there too, but these new colors astonished me and I could not take my eyes off of them·I was enthralled by them. And then suddenly, unexpectedly I knew EVERYTHING! In less than one second I had complete knowledge of EVERYTHING and there were no mysteries about life anymore. Everything was sensible and perfect and reasonable and meaningful. I was given ALL knowledge and I felt a feeling of ecstasy I had, and have, never known before or since. As The Angel and I traveled through this galaxy I knew I was absorbing information but I did not know what it, this information, was or what it was for. ,Now you must go, my little friend,' she said. 'You have been given The Law of Grace. It is your gift. Take it with you.' The last thing I remember was being alone. The Angel had disappeared and I was soaring backwards out of the galaxy we had been in. Next I realized I was again in the tunnel that led to God and that I was traveling backwards away from Him. After that I awoke in a hospital. I was in horrific pain. There was a tube down my throat and an oxygen mask on my face. I opened my eyes and saw my grandparents and a doctor and two nurses at the foot of the bed I was laying on."

Dr: "Incredible! What an incredible out-of-body near death experience! This angel·had you ever seen her before? Was this one of the angels you saw during your childhood?"

WW: "No. No, I don't think so. I suppose it could have been. I never thought of that before. Perhaps it was but I don't think so."

Dr: " That euphoric state of 'knowing everything,' many have experienced that exhilarating phenomena. I do not believe, though, that I have ever heard of any encounters that have described new and unknown colors before. I find this aspect of your experience most fascinating. Now tell me, please·what was it about this experience that you feel changed your life?"

WW: "I believe I was given knowledge while I was visiting that galaxy."

Dr: "Knowledge of what kind?"

WW: "Astrology·Astrology interpretation. Psychic awareness, precognition, the ability to foresee the future, the knowingness of what was to happen in the future."

Dr: "But you had some of these gifts since you were a child. Did this experience, perhaps sharpen your already innate perceptions?"

WW: "Yes, I suppose I could say this experience in that galaxy sharpened the psychic perceptions I had had since childhood. However, I do believe I gained my knowledge of Astrology in that one single experience. I believe it was as if something·some energy source·more or less programmed me with the knowledge of how to interpret Horoscopes. I had never had an interest in Astrology prior to this experience. After this experience I became fascinated with the subject. It was as if my interest came from out of nowhere. Several weeks after this experience I recall being in a drug store looking through magazines as teenagers do. There was a Horoscope magazine on the newsstand. It kind of called out to me so I picked it up and thumbed through the pages. The various zodiac symbols and Natal Charts made absolute sense to me. For instance, I recall looking at a Horoscope Wheel in that magazine and without knowing who's Chart I was seeing I felt music. It was like this Chart said to me, 'This person is gifted with the art of music.' When I looked for the name of who's Chart was depicted it was Mozart. Something happened during that near-death experience that caused me to understand, feel and interpret Charts. I know this is true. I'm sure that you know that many people who die and cross to the other side and then return to life come back with psychic gifts."

Dr: "Yes, this phenomena is common place with the near-death experience. Most people who have experienced this come back as Healers for some reason or other."

WW: "Yes, but Peter Hurkos fell from a ladder, severely injured his head and came back as a gifted psychic. Edgar Cayce was struck by a carriage and then fell into a coma. After he awakened he had the ability to foretell the futures of others as well as Read past lives, prescribe methods of healing, prophesize world events, etc."

Dr "True, there are numerous accounts of people having received these gifts through traumatic experiences. You state that The Angel said to you, 'You have been given The Law Of Grace. It is your gift. Take it with you.' Do you have any idea what she meant? What is this Law Of Grace that she spoke of?"

WW: "I had no idea what The Angel meant at the time she said this? My grandmother was the one who explained it to me. It is really quite apparent what it means once you think about it. Remember, The Angel first mentioned this phrase when she said, "'Anyone who loves so greatly should be given The Law Of Grace.' Grandma gave me it's meaning in story form, a parable:

'Jesus and one of His Apostles were walking to the river early one morning to go fishing. Along the way they passed by a beggar. The beggar was carrying a large sack of kindling on his back and whistling a tune. After he had passed, Jesus said to The Apostle, "The poor beggar would not be so happy if he realized that today at Noon when he puts his sack of kindling down to retrieve his bread for lunch, a serpent is entwined in the kindling that will bite him and cause his immediate death.

'Later that evening Jesus and The Apostle are returning from their day of fishing. The moon is full and they clearly see the beggar walk past them. He is no longer carrying any kindling but he is whistling a tune. Amazed to see him The Apostle turns to Christ and says, "But Master! You are very wrong! The beggar has not died. He is very much alive!" "But of course he is," replied Jesus. "He is alive because The Law of Grace has been granted." "The Law of Grace?", replied The Apostle. "But what is that?" "Well, you see·", continued Christ, "Today at Noon when the beggar set down his knapsack of kindling, he reached inside and retrieved the small loaf of bread for his lunch. After doing so, and just before the serpent bit, two small peasant children walked up to the beggar and said, 'Please sir, we are very hungry. We have not eaten in several days. Would you be so kind as to share your lunch with us?' The beggar replied, 'But of course. I am so pleased that you asked. I am so full that I was about to feed this bread to the birds.' He then broke the loaf of bread in two pieces and gave it to the children. You see? When you love someone more than yourself; when you sacrifice your happiness for theirs, then The Law of Grace is given.'"

Dr: "How lovely! What a beautiful story. And so what you are saying is that because you loved your Mother more than yourself The Law of Grace set in? Because of this you were spared death?"

WW: "Yes, I do believe so. I believe that that incident of drowning may have been my natural time to die but I was spared death because of my concerns for my mother. It is that simple."

Dr: "What you have shared is truly inspiring. I am very moved by this incident."

WW: "Well there isn't really much more to say about it. That is what happened to me. This memory has never faded. I recall it as clearly today as when it happened that July 4^th 1957. That was one of the singularly most significant days of my life. It was several years later before I ever shared this incident with Mom. We decided at the time we could not tell her about my drowning incident because of the effect it could have on her health. Other than that, my summer of 1957 was not that eventful. I decided to leave for home a couple of weeks earlier than planned because I knew that Mom was undergoing medical tests to see if she need undergo anther heart surgery. I watched Santa Cruz disappear from view through the Greyhound bus window. I hated leaving it behind, the beaches, the independence I had been given, my grandparents and Marilyn. It did not take long before my bus was traveling down Highway 99 through the San Joaquin Valley in route to Bakersfield. The scenery seemed exceptionally drab considering the natural beauty I was leaving behind. I became bored and closed my window shade and fell fast asleep. An hour or so later I felt the man sitting next to me shaking me by my shoulders. Wake up! Wake up!', he said. 'You're having a nightmare. You have been hollering out loud and disturbing people.' I opened my eyes and turned to look at him. My body was covered with perspiration. 'I'm sorry,' I said. 'I was having a bad dream.' 'You sure were,' he replied. 'What in the world were you dreaming about that upset you so?' 'A rose,' I answered. 'Just a wilted red rose. I have had this same dream lots of times. I don't know why it frightens me so much, but it does.'"

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