Angel August 10, 2002
This morning the black and white images came again. The first one was the only clear image and it was once again the little girl from the other day. This time she looked a bit older. She was standing in front of her horse and the horse was bending its head down to touch her hand. I think she was feeding it some hay.
Once again I believe I was seeing myself as a young girl feeding my horse, Angel. The visions I have like this are consistent: the location, the girl, and the horse. There is no variation in their looks. It is like watching a home movie.
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