A wise woman

She was nice to me (although it takes two). I joined her for a drink (of freshly squeezed orange juice), probably spent 30 minutes together, and it was a time for searching, anyway she kept my attention by revealing her stories.

And though she had many earnest questions re the cards and myself, I wouldn’t say I knew what was going on in her head.

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