It should be starting to happen soon, the moment when I start to remember what my purpose is and why I'm put on this planet again. It's late August 1982 the human part of myself is reincarnated into a girl aged nineteen years. In this happenstance a girl of nineteen years in Valentine, Nebraska, a small agricultural city located centrally in the U.S..
Before I had been a slave in Egypt, a nymph in ancient Ireland, a aristocratic socialite in Paris, a Greek immigrant in the United States, and finally, a freed American heiress, a staple in Andy Warhol's factories for years. Here I am once more alive and well arriving at the time I will meet Loec. His name sounds a bit old and dated but it translates when he is reincarnated into whatever year. Somehow his mothers always arrive at names that start with an 'l'.
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