Back in the early 80’s a month or so after my grandma passed I was woke up in the middle of the night by a smoke being that “felt” like her. It disappeared when I try to hug “her.”
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Back in the early 80’s a month or so after my grandma passed I was woke up in the middle of the night by a smoke being that “felt” like her. It disappeared when I try to hug “her.”