Roz

I looked back at the blonde-haired woman. She was sitting in front of a white wall, but now she had been joined by an older woman. I tried to see her aura again but, although I caught glimpses of it, it was harder to see than before. Exasperated, I wondered if my ability to see auras had been a fluke.

‘I’m not sure if I’m seeing auras or not. I’m looking at the same woman, but I’m only getting flashes of white around her. It’s not constant.’

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