Hello world!

Next I remember THE ORANGE LIGHT.

A female energy is carrying me up the stairs in Eastmanville.

She seems tired.

It’s very late at night. I’m wrapped in a thick blanket. The multi-colored square afghan, I think. The walls are a dark wooden paneling, and there’s an orange light burning about halfway up the stairs.

I can see this from a vantage point a couple of feet above the woman, like I’m floating ahead of her.

Who is she? My “mother”, I suppose.

She will do her best, but I will outlive her way too soon. I will always wonder if there was something else I could have done.

Orange is still a worrisome comfort.

The rest of the house was dark and brown.

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