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When my mother died, I was obsessed with connecting with her in some capacity. I had one of her old lipsticks tucked in my purse and sometimes, I'd pull it out just so I had a scent or something she had actually touched. We had a psychic in our neighborhood that I visited when I first lost my mom. I reached for my wallet and found I only had $5 bucks on me. She gave me a hug and said, "No charge, honey - the sacred's not for sale."
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When my mother died, I was obsessed with connecting with her in some capacity. I had one of her old lipsticks tucked in my purse and sometimes, I'd pull it out just so I had a scent or something she had actually touched. We had a psychic in our neighborhood that I visited when I first lost my mom. I reached for my wallet and found I only had $5 bucks on me. She gave me a hug and said, "No charge, honey - the sacred's not for sale."