TWO LADIES

The first lady appears stoic, German or Scandinavian; she is looking to the side. She knows I am there, but doesn’t really want to look straight at me. She has appeared, and that is enough. She is proud, but not in a bad way, not in the pejorative Biblical sinful way. She is about seventy years old, but looks a bit younger, - has some wrinkles, and wears full clothing, layered, and a bandana. I feel she is a kind of proletariat, from another time, but not too far away a time. I tell her to go to up above, through the hole, to the golden train station, - though I only say 'train station'. I think I might have given her a boost. I don’t know.

The second lady is American or something close to that. Same age. Not as straight, - maybe a bit more eccentric, not crazy, but fun-going. She is smiling. She is farther off, adorned in a dress. She is off to the right, as if down the say on a sidewalk or some sort of area like that. Same age. Wearing a bit too much make up, - and the impression is that she likes costume jewellery. She might have a bag in her hand but is not a ‘bag lady,’ but maybe a few steps away from such a thing. I tell her the same as the other one, and she disappears.

Neither was in big distress or duress. Maybe they just never gave the afterlife any thought, and were innocently lost there. 

That is all that appear then.

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