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Maple Sheyenne Lutheran Cemetery Mass
Soul Rescue - February 16, 2002
By Dawn G. Crist

ADDENDUM: This is an article involving rather fantastic events. The only technical equipment available to us, unfortunately, were a digital camera, computers, and the Agricultural Department at the University of Wisconsin. I also plan on researching the 1930 census records of Harrisburg, PA, when these become available to me, shortly. I have tried to be as analytical in my methods as possible, but everything else is based upon perception and intuition.

Five people were involved in this factual drama, 2 of whom did not want their real names mentioned. One is LadyReigna, or "LR", the other is Ghouliemom, or "GM". Mary (BeeCharmer) has 3 portals on her property in Wisconsin that were originally created by Native Americans, when they lived in the area. One portal is positive, the other is a mirror vortex, and the last is negative. The 3 together balance each other, and Mary used the positive vortex as a catalyst to her own version of the liberation ritual.

There is some mention, in this article, of a well-known murder case. It is only included here because it leads into the main event I am about to relate. Out of respect for the family of the victim, I am only going to use the victim's initials, when I speak of her.

Also, rites referred to as "Witchcraft" were used. Though this may seem offensive to some, I see it as thought-projection and psychokinesis, very real processes of nature used for the good. As in anything else, it is not what one does, it is how one does it.

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Maple Sheyenne Lutheran Church and Cemetery is located about 5 miles outside of Fargo, ND. It is a very lonely, isolated place by the Sheyenne River, with empty, wind-swept land stretching as far as the eye can see. The cemetery was there before the church, supposedly, when there was a small 19th century trapping settlement in the vicinity. It is desolate and all-but-forgotten, now.

According to a trance medium, I know, plus very out-of-the ordinary messages I had received from four spirits in Instant Message channeling sessions, the body of a kidnapped local girl, J.N., aged 11, was dumped in this cemetery, about eight years ago.

In addition, there was also something else very wrong with this graveyard.

I had been in communication with a woman calling herself Lady Reigna, a practicing Wiccan. We first met on a paranormal message board called Northern Lights, and she came on looking for help. She is a talented trance medium who had unwittingly attracted the Earthbound spirit of JN, a little girl who had been kidnapped and murdered in the Fargo area, in 1993. The crime, when it occurred, was featured on the T.V. show, "America's Most Wanted". Her body was never found, and she is still listed on a missing children's site.

Lady Reigna and I eventually began exchanging e-mails off the Northern Lights site, simply because the information she was giving me about this case, through JN, was way too sensitive to be broadcast over the internet.

As an aside, I want to state that LR is the real deal, and not an internet crackpot. I am well-read in the realm of psychology and psychiatry, and I knew that the people she was channeling were totally different personalities, with totally different writing styles. Also, a few of these spirits even came to my house and told me things about myself and my husband Michael, in subsequent IM channellings, that LR could not have known, because I never told her.

I have included several IM transcripts, in this article, so the reader can judge for him/herself.

At any rate, the police, in Fargo, would not listen to Lady Reigna, and we both ended up at a standstill as far as doing anything about possibly uncovering JN's remains without endangering ourselves. The one thing we did manage to accomplish, however, was to get the spirit of little JN, and her earthbound adult companion, Jane McQualley, to pass over. They are both at peace, now.

Then the Northern Lights message board went belly-up.

Shortly after this happened, I began receiving e-mails from a woman who called herself "Ghouliemom". She was perplexed over what had happened to the board, and was asking me if I knew anything. I didn't, but she and I soon got to talking about Lady Reigna and me and the JN case.

Ghouliemom lives in the Fargo area, and when I told her about the cemetery, she volunteered to go there and do an extensive photo shoot. The purpose of this was to see if I could look at what she sent me and get a feeling of where this illicit grave was located. I agreed, mostly, because I wanted to see what this cemetery looked like, if nothing else. We had vague ideas of calling newspapers, tabloids, "Unsolved Mysteries"......

So, GM packed herself and her mother off, on a frosty Saturday, to photograph the grounds of the graveyard, which is surrounded by unkempt rows of trees and bushes that are mostly growing wild. A few days later, it was my chosen task to scan some 50 photographs visually, with a fine-tooth comb, to see if the old intuition could come up with anything. It did....immediately.

Supposedly JN was buried in the North Tree Row. The first picture I looked at, I got a creepy sensation, looking at a grassy mound that was directly in front of a grove of sick-looking trees. I glossed over my feeling, however, and kept scanning around the enlarged photo. The entire photo gave me a bad feeling, and I later found out it was a pic of the east end of the North Tree Row.

Then, strangely, I felt compelled to look at a photo that was in an e-mail about 7th down from the top. I opened photo 226 and enlarged it so I could peruse the thinner tree growth along the East Tree Row. To my astonishment, there was a pair of very overt eyes looking at me from between the branches. I called Michael and he was amazed. Then we scanned a bit to the right, and there was the very clear image of half a man's face, smiling at me. I say "me", because for some reason I did not think he was smiling for the photographer. He had a big mustache and looked like he was from the 19th century. This apparition was so clear that I immediately circled his face in red and cropped everything else out of the picture. After I was done, I sent the new picture to GM and Lady Reigna for their perusal.

The next night, Lady Reigna and I had another Instant Message conference over this picture. The more we looked at it, the more we started seeing other, less defined faces, as well, in the same area! Then, right in the middle of our conversation, LR told me someone was suddenly trying to contact her. Here is the transcript of the channeling that ensued shortly thereafter:

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INSTANT MESSAGE TRANSCRIPT 1: (excerpt)

LadyReigna1: Someone is saying something.
DarkLadyJr: On THIS side?
LadyReigna1: Shhh....no, it's a faint whisper.
LadyReigna1: Talk to it, see if it will speak louder.
DarkLadyJr: Hello. Who are you and how can we help you?
LadyReigna1: Mary Anne
DarkLadyJr: Hello Mary Anne. Where did you come from?
LadyReigna1: The lady who comes to visit us will not find what she seeks in the cemetery
DarkLadyJr: Why not?
LadyReigna1: She cannot see what you see she only sees what her fears let her see.
DarkLadyJr: Yes, she is very fearful.
LadyReigna1: She comes quickly and leaves quickly we aer will not harm her she come to seek the little girl
DarkLadyJr: Do you have any suggestions? Yes she does! I am very far away
LadyReigna1: the little girl has gone but her remains are here she must look harder
DarkLadyJr: Can you help us?
DarkLadyJr: Do you know where her remains are?
LadyReigna1: Lloyd shows you the place but you do not see look closer much closer and you will find her
DarkLadyJr: Who is Lloyd?
DarkLadyJr: Was he showing ME?
LadyReigna1: you see Lloyd but Lloyd does not see you
LadyReigna1: Lloyd shows you where to look follow Lloyd
DarkLadyJr: How does Lloyd show me? What does Lloyd look like?
LadyReigna1: circle of red you see Lloyd go rest now tired
DarkLadyJr: Thank you Mary Anne
LadyReigna1: Ok. So what's the deal? Her name is Mary Anne?
DarkLadyJr: Lloyd is man with mustache
DarkLadyJr: scroll up, toots

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So the guy whose face I had circled was named Lloyd, and I was supposed to follow him, but I hadn't the slightest idea of how. Afterall, I was way out here in Philly, PA, how the hell could I follow a man in a cemetery in North Dakota? I decided to throw myself totally into studying GM's pictures.

It was not long before it became extremely evident that there was an apparition, of some kind, or several apparitions in every single photograph I studied. There were heads, faces, whole bodies, flesh-colored and standing around in full daylight. There were also lots of animals. Dogs, mostly, but I found the unmistakable head of a puma or mountain lion floating in the tree branches! I had never seen anything so amazing in my life! I thought, "what the hell is going on with this place?"

LR and GM also saw these anomalies, and they were so amazed that a follow-up trip to the cemetery was scheduled, which included LR, GM, and GM's mother.

As soon as they arrived, LR took up a stance and called to JN to come show her where she was buried. Almost immediately, she felt someone in front of her. Then her arm was gripped by a very strong, UN-childlike hand. This hand maintained its grip, which kept Lady Reigna's arm outstretched. Without warning, she was yanked forcefully along, so that she had to run, stumbling, in the direction she was being pulled.

Finally, she was pulled up short, right in front of a mound of dried grass with a bush on top of it. GM took pictures of LR standing in front of this mound; it was the same mound that had given me a creepy feeling in the very first pic I looked at. So, I thought, was this what was meant in the instruction "follow Lloyd!"? Seemed to me like she was being dragged!

So, it seemed to us that "X", perhaps, marked the spot. However, that one area was totally iced over, and it would not have looked good, anyway, to a chance passerby, to see 3 women digging in a cemetery. The rest of the trip was spent taking even more pictures.

This batch was even more outlandish. The more we studied the photos, the more cluttered with apparitions we realized they were, until I was seeing the very air, in sections, shimmering with spirits crammed in together. In addition, there were very large faces and heads at the tops of many of the trees, and the trees themselves were hung with flesh-colored blobs, that I thought, initially, were dead leaves. They were, to my amazement, faces jammed together. There were many more spirits occupying this cemetery than were buried here! Also, in the photos, it seemed as though space itself was warped. Something very strange was afoot, and Lady Reigna and I had more IM conferences regarding this fact.

Also, LR spoke to some of her aquaintances who knew the area better than she did. According to one guy, there was a cult of teenagers who frequented this cemetery in the night, back in the 1980's. This fellow had a friend, or two, who belonged to said cult, but they have since moved onto more mature endeavors. Apparently this group was calling spirits, and doing other things that they thought were "neat"! Little did they know that they were creating havok! The group would conduct ceremonies, presumably designed to summon spirits. Troubled souls from all over would hear them, then come, thinking something would happen to either release them or entertain them. Once the spirits came, however, the neophyte spell-casters had little idea that one was supposed to release a spirit at the end of a ceremony.

So, after each ritual was conducted, more souls would come...and they's all be stuck there!

Shortly into one of our discussions, Mary Anne made yet another entrance. Here is the transcript of her channeling:

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INSTANT MESSAGE TRANSCRIPT 2: (excerpt)

LadyReigna1: Ok let's go.
DarkLadyJr: Hello. Do you wish to speak?
LadyReigna1: Hello Dawn very nice to talk to you again.
DarkLadyJr: Is this JN?
LadyReigna1: Jeanna is not here. I am Mary Anne
DarkLadyJr: Hello Mary Anne. Very nice to speak with you again.
DarkLadyJr: How can we help you?
LadyReigna1: The people in the trees are very frightened of Reigna.
DarkLadyJr: Why is that?
LadyReigna1: She brings flashing lights and loud noise.
DarkLadyJr: She means them no harm, I assure you.
LadyReigna1: There is nothing to fear they are only curious
DarkLadyJr: Are they happy, being there? .
LadyReigna1: Many years ago there came people in the night. They brought things with them that should not be there.
LadyReigna1: I should not be there
DarkLadyJr: Yes, they were very foolish
DarkLadyJr: How can we help you to leave?
LadyReigna1: What has been done must be undone
DarkLadyJr: What should we do to undo it?
LadyReigna1: There are watchers in the trees that live from many
DarkLadyJr: Yes, I saw them
LadyReigna1: Many are weak and cannot remain Many are children
DarkLadyJr: Yes, I saw them, too. It made me very sad
DarkLadyJr: We want very much to help you
LadyReigna1: Finding Jeanna is only part of what must be done
DarkLadyJr: Yes. I figured that. we will do whatever you tell us
LadyReigna1: Dawn and Michael live in Philadelphia Mary Anne lived in Harrisburg
DarkLadyJr: Wow, we were neighbors! When did you live?
LadyReigna1: When Dawn and Michael come to find Jeanna Mary Anne will go to Harrisburg. I lived in 1943
DarkLadyJr: We will do whatever we must. How did you die? May I ask that?
LadyReigna1: In a bookstore in Philadelphia there is the undoing. Go to the bookstore Maury Bookstore and find the book with the undoing
LadyReigna1: The people who came in the night lived also Pennsylvania
DarkLadyJr: Is The Undoing a book?
LadyReigna1: One here by the name of Tim came to Philadelphia and purchased a book.
DarkLadyJr: What was the title?
LadyReigna1: No it is a book of magic name is not The Undoing that is silly
DarkLadyJr: Sorry
LadyReigna1: The book is white with gold letters S T R E G A
DarkLadyJr: Strega!
DarkLadyJr: That is the whole title?
LadyReigna1: Yes that is correct
LadyReigna1: Author not known to Mary Anne
DarkLadyJr: I think Strega is a type of Witchcraft! Italian in origin
DarkLadyJr: So Michael and I need this book?
LadyReigna1: Mary Anne is Quaker
LadyReigna1: Yes to get the book is the undoing of what has been done
DarkLadyJr: I see. Many of my family are Quaker
DarkLadyJr: I understand, now
LadyReigna1: I smile to you
DarkLadyJr: We will look for it.
I smile back.
DarkLadyJr: Bless you all.
LadyReigna1: Mary Anne must leave. Lloyd blesses to Dawn
DarkLadyJr: Blesses to Lloyd. we love you
LadyReigna1: Lloyd smile in your picture and you see him. Remember to follow Lloyd he will help you now.
DarkLadyJr: Yes, I saw him smiling. we will follow Lloyd
LadyReigna1: God help us all if you fail Mary Anne have faith in Dawn
DarkLadyJr: Yes
LadyReigna1: Ok it's just me now. Scrolling up.

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Okay, so I was the Belle of the Ball! Lloyd really WAS looking at me, in that photo, or at least smiling at me. I was supposed to go to Maury's bookstore and find a book on Strega, which means "witch" in Italian. There are many Italians in Philadelphia, PA, but no Maury's Bookstore! I checked several phone books and Information. That did not prove or disprove anything, bookstores open and close all the time, like any other business, and these rituals were conducted back in the 80's.

Also, the "frightening" loud noise of Reigna was because she shouted JN's name. The flashing lights, were from GM's camera.

So, after some cursory explorations of Strega websites, I decided to write my own Spell of Undoing. The spell had nothing to do, specifically, with Strega, but it was a spell of undoing, nevertheless. Thought projection is the same in any language or belief-system. I thought it was better this way, anyhow, because I could tailor it specifically for Maple Sheyenne Lutheran Cemetery. Two days after the IM session, I was hard at work writing.

Another thing that prompted me to get to work on writing my Spell was a rather intense experience I had, in the form of a dream. It was early in the morning, and I was dreaming that there was a group of people looking at me. They were in shadow, so that I could not make out who they were, but I knew that 2 of them were Mary Anne and Lloyd. There were also other people there, one of which was a middle-aged man whom I had no idea of who he was. The people themselves were friendly, but the feeling they were conveying to me was one of utter despair, helplessness, and a horrible feeling of being trapped. There was also a very marked sense of urgency.

Then, Michael had to get up for work and his alarm woke me up. I was simultaneously aware of Michael rolling out of bed, on his side, and me being gripped, lightly. The dream faded with the grip and I fell back to sleep.

I am aware of the phenomenon of hypnopompic and hypnogogic experiences, which is essentially the experience of tactile sensations when one is either waking up or dropping off to sleep. However, when I awoke fully, later on, I could not shake the feeling of depression and urgency that suddenly materialized with the figures in my dream. The emotions also came from "without", like they were being conveyed to me. It was not a product of my subconscious mind, or my "issues". I also could not shake the feeling that the gripping sensation that I had felt was actually a hug.

In spite of the message of alarm, the dream left me with a very pleasant sensation of being cared-for.

Then I went into the bathroom!

It is important to state that the night before, I scrubbed the floor and the sink, etc., in the bathroom. It was, for all intents and purposes, spotless. However, when I looked at the floor, the next morning, there was a small, muddy print of a left, bare foot. The foot was much smaller than Michael's foot, and it was even smaller than MY foot. Also, it was in the middle of the floor, and there was only ONE print, as though someone had touched-down and then lifted off, again. I called Michael and he said "Yeh, I saw that!"

Needless to say, I took a picture of it. My friend Mary, in Wisconsin, is a farmer, and she told me to send a sample of the dirt to her, since she has contacts at the University of WI. They analyze soil samples for her, and she told me that every state has a different soil chemistry. Our logic was that if the soil on the footprint turned out to be from North Dakota, then something very strange was happening. Of course, the fact that the print was there at ALL was anomalous in and of itself. After I took the pictures, I wiped up the print with a wet tissue and put it in a baggy. I was struck by how little dirt seemed to be on the tissue and how fine the consistency was. It sure seemed substantial when I was looking at it! The next day I mailed the sample off to Mary. We would soon see!

In the meantime, Lady Reigna, Ghouliemom, Mary (BeeCharmer), Michael and I set a date to do the spell, which was Saturday February 16th. we were all to synchronize our watches and begin chanting it at 9 PM Central time and 10 PM Eastern Standard time. Since GM felt uncomfortable with spells, I told her that she could say a prayer, at the allotted time. Mary wanted to pray to her tree (the positive vortex).

We had a week to wait, which was spent in more Instant Message analyses, and hand-wringing. GM wrote to me to tell me that she had been having dreams of people telling her that she should not go forward with this ritual, and that it was for her own good. In the dreams she was having, she could tell that these people really were saying it was for their own good, so she would tell them to get lost.

Lady Reigna and I surmised that Lloyd, most likely, could not speak English, since it was always Mary Anne who spoke with us, even though he was there. I surmised Swedish or German; LR went for French Canadian. Then, Mary Anne was suddenly at LR's apartment, again, pulling at the back of her chair. Once again, she had something to tell us!

The original transcript to this Instant Message was stupidly lost, by yours truly, because I forgot to check the box that said "log instant message conversations only", under Log Manager. I ended up getting an e-mail, in the IM file! I had received it earlier that day from someone who wrote to say they really liked my website! But after a few colorful expletives, Michael told me that between the 2 of us, we could reconstruct what was said.

Actually, it turned out that we had near total recall of the whole thing, which is important, because this is the conversation where Mary Anne reveals that she saw a rash on MIchael's back (apparently the morning of my dream). Michael did have a rash, but it was of no consequence and so we never told anyone! Here is the reconstructed transcript:

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RECONSTRUCTED IM TRANSCRIPT 3:

Paraphrasing of transcript 3 also contains evidence that my dream of Mary Anne, her husband Charles, and Lloyd, was not just a dream.

February 8, 2002

Lady Reigna feels the presence of Lloyd and Mary Anne, in the room with her, while we are having an IM discussion. We had also been discussing what to do about the ceremony. LR gives the okay and I invite Mary Anne to speak with me.

Mary Anne comes on abruptly, telling me with satisfaction that I have cleaned things up, from before.

"Messy is not good".

Michael and I remember that when Mary Anne, her husband and Lloyd visited, it was very early morning and we were still snoozing in bed with the sheets, pillows, and comforter all ascew, with hair disheveled and in our eyes. Also, the bunny cage at the foot of the futon; Anastasia always has to manage to pee outside the cage onto the floor at least once a night.

My response to the messy comment was something like, "Yes, we have cleaned ourselves up."

Mary Anne asked how I was and I told her we were doing fine. I asked how she was.

"Worrisome" was her response. "Children are beginning to disappear from the cemetery."

I ask her to explain

Mary Anne tells me of Gretta, who is only five, and little Lars, who is but 2, and they are weakening more and more to the point they will disappear, if something isn't done!

I ask her to explain "disappear".

Mary Anne says that soon they will be no more!

Shocked, I asked her "You mean they cease to exist?"

Then she goes off on a rant about how we'd better do something really soon, or horror of unprecedented proportions will rain down on the cemetery.

Then she answers my question. "Yes....they cease to exist"

Michael and I cannot fathom the idea that one can just "cease to exist", and we feel that, though horrible fates they must be, these souls are simply fragmented to a terrible degree. We refuse to believe that one can be "lost forever"..... what goes on in these vortices is far more complex.

We tell her how horrified we are and that we will put a stop to all this and rescue the children (and animals AND adults......)

Mary Anne asks me if I am a Worker of Witchcraft.

I tell her that I rescue souls.

Mary Anne then said that Reigna is a worker of witchcraft..
"What has been done can only be UNdone through Witchcraft." MA adds.

I tell Mary Anne that I understand.

Mary Anne then says to me: "YOU are a worker of witchcraft!

I say yes I am. I tell her that I have written the Spell of Undoing and it is all ready for them.

Mary Anne: "Working Witchcraft has been the death of many."

I am thinking (hoping) that she is referring to the times of the past, when witches were hanged or burned.

Mary Anne, who was a Quaker, in life, then exorts us to unite in the Goddess and in Christ and we will work together!

I agree.

I said that Reigna, Michael, I, BeeCharmer, and perhaps others will save these poor souls!

Mary Anne: "Dawn is strong....Michael is strong, and tell Reigna that she is healthy and strong, too and not to listen to her doctors.

(Reigna has a heart murmer that she worries about).

Mary Anne said that doctors don't know anything more today than they did in HER day. She said that doctors would be the death of you!

I laugh and say that I never go to doctors

Mary Anne says GM is a lovely woman, but she is new to these matters.
She then speaks of GM's son and how strong and talented he is. (GM's son has budding psychic ability). However, because if his youth, the cemetery is a danger to him and he should stay away until this problem is dealt with.
MA also felt the same about GM's mother.

Mary Anne then changes tracks abruptly and tell me her husband's name:

Charles Grayson.

We find that he died in 1936 at the age of 65, and she visits him whenever she can. She also lived in Harrisburg, on the North Side of Front Street. MA died in 1943 at the age of 58.

According to Mary Anne, they lived in a white house with brown trim....she wanted green trim, HE wanted brown.

She then tells me that she had 5 kids:

Charles Jr.., who still lives in NH with his wife. They had kids and grandkids.
Harry, who disappeared in WWII, never to return.
Rebecca}
Ruth } Both deceased and with Mary Anne, as much as possible
Mildred - ? Black Sheep? No mention of where SHE is.

Mary Anne becomes suddenly sad and says she misses being alive.

I tell her that she IS alive but MA says she wants to be alive as Dawn is alive! (This is a line of dicussion for another time)

She says she misses her friends.

I tell her she is doing a wonderful thing.

Mary Anne suddenly says hello to Michael, who was sitting there all along. She is at once friendly, again, and tells Michael he has a spot in the middle of his back (he really does: it is a rash)

We say "Why yes, that is true!"

Mary Anne then tells us her hubby, Charles, was with her when she visited us, and they were laughing at the spot on Michael's back. MA said she remembered when her husband had some kind of fungus on HIS back, and they thought it was funny. Then abruptly she apologized for laughing at Michael, and we said it was okay.

I said "You caught us sleeping" and MA was again apologetic, saying that she didn't mean to come at a bad time! I said that for something this serious, she could come at any time she wanted to.

Mary Anne then said Lloyd was with her and he sends blessings and hellos to Michael and Dawn.

I say hello back and tell Lloyd I am glad to see him. I ask him how he is.

Mary Anne: he is "worrisome", too.

I tell him that that he is a kind man and doing a wonderful thing.
(No response,.....crickets)

Mary Anne tells me that Lloyd cannot speak much English.
"Swedish!"

I said I thought so.

Mary Anne says that Lloyd is not his real name, and that they just call him that because his real name is unpronounceable to them.

I ask Lloyd to tell me his name, and MA told me that he says he will come and whisper it to me while I am sleeping.....and then I will know.

I ask if we can at least TRY to talk.
(Long pause, then:)

"Dawn!"

I said "Yes?"

"Your nose is not that bad!"

"Excuse me? Who is speaking, please?"

Mary Anne: Mary Anne translating for Lloyd!

I say that I never thought my nose was bad.

Lloyd told me that he saw me looking at a mirror and frowning at my nose!

I asked "When was this?"

"Wednesday!"

I conceded that Lloyd was probably correct.

Lloyd then said emphatically:

"Dawn should not criticize herself, because she is a very handsome woman!
She is such a handsome woman that Michael should be glad that I am only a spirit!"

Mary Anne says quickly that Lloyd is humorous, most of the time.

I thanked Lloyd for his compliment, then I asked him when he lived.

Lloyd said 1894 (death date)

I said I could tell by the mustache.

I was about to ask him what he did, in life and how old he was, but suddenly Mary Anne became too tired to speak
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"Mary Anne must rest", she said.

I thanked her and she said

"We will wait for you. "
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