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by: alohalani
My mother once dreamt of bones that were buried beneath one of the mango trees in our yard. Each night she dreamt of these bones, they were closer to the surface. She believed that if in her dreams the bones finally rose to the surface and broke through the ground that something horrible would happen so she called a priest to bless our house and the yard. She never dreamt of the bones again.
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