If I have lived before.
I would be this woman with a name like Harriet.
Old fashion, wearing clothes of the sixteenth century.
She lived with her parents and siblings.
As close to her father as to her mother.
A free spirit, she did things pretty much as she pleased.
She left her family to seek her own life.
And left a sad void behind.
An empty space in the house and hearts of those she left behind.
The above came to me in a vivid dream.
It was akin to reading a book or watching scenes from the book.
A black and white setting.
House, field, house situated on water.
Peaceful, solitary.
Hardly any other houses or inhabitants around.
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