I fell in a dark closet one night
from an ear injury; blood streaming
from my ear.
I was crying for my mother; she
had died when I was 8 years old;
I was now 15 years old.
I looked up and a beautiful lady
dressed in white came down
over me in a bright light.
Motioning with her right fore finger
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