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Once upon a time there was a little girl whose strange head had a peculiar way of sensing certain events happening far, happening unseen ...it began with little things like watching an after nursery pal making a fall. After initial disbelief, there happened events when her strange head’s peculiar sense was acknowledged by her people. Across years, across a distance a little head grown again felt a peculiar sense of one too deeply connected within, face something horrid. It felt intuitive but then it was no more a little girl’s peculiar sense,; it was also an experience of a grown up world’s tumult of emotions, feelings and thoughts. In spite of all human assurance, all human explanations she just knew, just felt, just saw it within an image of dark shadows and the pain inflicted on one who meant life to her. She had no logical explanation for the world but she just knew it in her heart that the face she held close to her heart was through pain and yet the faith stood strong of a healing, of a strengthening and she knew a miracle had begun to unfold wings. A faith that could sense the struggle of firm footsteps she never had to turn around to know that face she held in a love whose sanctity had no price.