Today I spoke to someone I met on a poetry site after I posted a rather bizarre piece. We met in a chatbox and she told me I had an interesting aura. I knew that from a friend who had told me some time ago. But she told me that there was blood in my aura, which was quite upsetting. It got even worse when she added that I felt no remorse while I felt I should. The event was supposed to have taken place somewhere in a forest, near a river close to fire. I am incapable at this point to assess whether there is some truth in what she told me of which I was unaware. I guess I will have to travel soon to explore for myself.
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