Admittedly, a hard one to read. It says: "Beautiful, sunny, warm, clear. I always sit on this bench and watch the fathers with their children. My father hardly ever played with me. He died last April. I am a medium. I talk with spirits. My father sits with me here on this bench. He spends more time with me here than when he was alive. I never thought I'd miss him, but I do. It's April 14, 2007. A friend, another [medium, said something magical would happen today. Maybe this notebook is it.]" Last part fell on the next page, and I didn't get a good photo of it. Take my word on the text, it's verbatim.
Monday, April 16, 2007
Medium
Admittedly, a hard one to read. It says: "Beautiful, sunny, warm, clear. I always sit on this bench and watch the fathers with their children. My father hardly ever played with me. He died last April. I am a medium. I talk with spirits. My father sits with me here on this bench. He spends more time with me here than when he was alive. I never thought I'd miss him, but I do. It's April 14, 2007. A friend, another [medium, said something magical would happen today. Maybe this notebook is it.]" Last part fell on the next page, and I didn't get a good photo of it. Take my word on the text, it's verbatim.
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