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Mar 2014
When I awoke today, I noticed I had a dream.  I am still wondering what does this dream mean.
I saw the air pilot, lying hurt on solid ground.  A little child pointed at him, letting me know that he had been found.
When I visited my sister this evening, I listened to the News.  I made myself comfortable, while I removed my shoes.
Malaysia Prime Minister reported that Malaysia Flight 370 people is dead.  After the dream I received earlier, I let the Prime Minister words, go right over my head.
Since no one has concrete evidence why the people are not around; no one should give up hope, until proof is found.
By, Sandra Juanita Nailing
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Sandra Juanita Nailing  United States
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