Greeneport

Date: 9/10/2018

For some odd reason my father wanted me to go to greenport with a couple of friends to help put this little lawn mower in his van. I wouldn’t go. And Tess was already there ducked up and I was getting msgs of her crying. She told me I needed to find an empath that would help ask the right questions to let me cry and get rid of all my baggage.