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  • Deborah Kroll

Loved ones often wait with me until their turn comes to speak

A lady’s precious son, passed tragically, was waiting all morning to speak to his beautiful mother, his unique personality was shining through from the other side, organising his relatives who are with him & making sure his hair was perfect also naming his sister & others he wanted to send love to and reassure he was watching over them, some of which was amongst the strong evidence of his presence coming in with his lovely grandma from dads side who was wearing beautiful jewellery like she always did x


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