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The Orbs are Reborn

“Travel orbs, eh” He looked at his intently…looking for ‘proof of crap’, as he called it. Proof of crap was always easy to spot if you know what to look for and he did.
He observed the marble like substance that was wrapped in string-like strands of gold and silver. At first when he looked at it, the marble was shiney and smooth, but on further inspection, prooved to be dull and pourous. He was sure she gave him the green orb, noting at the time she had the purple one. He had been hynotically playing with this now purple one & the green glowed from her neck where the orb she possessed lay in wait.
We must learn to meditate together in order for us to travel.
Remember how we both used to think about each other right at midnight and then see if we could ‘send eachother messages’ through our minds?
“Yeah” he laughed out loud, not believing he had really done that. “Kids stuff”
“Not” She said sternly. “You forgot how accurate we were!
We just need to tap into that energy for this to work. Trust me.”

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