A copy of “Bury Me with my Pearls” was resting on my coffee table; it seemed to beckon … “take me with you.” It was like a divine voice was speaking to me. I threw the book into my suitcase and quickly zipped the bag, and off we went to Charleston. I had a strange feeling something special was going to happen.

A copy of “Bury Me with my Pearls” was resting on my coffee table; it seemed to beckon … “take me with you.”
It was like a divine voice was speaking to me.
I threw the book into my suitcase and quickly zipped the bag, and off we went to Charleston. I had a strange feeling something special was going to happen.

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