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Guest Post by David Rivinus
When my niece was 6 years old, she lived with us on a pleasant street in the suburbs of Los Angeles. One of our neighbors, Wendy, was cordial and, from time to time, we would socialize amiably.
But, one day, she took me aside looking ashen and said, “I’ve never mentioned this before, but I have these kinds of half-dream-half-premonition experiences. I had one last night. I saw an earthquake, and your little niece was lying on the floor, unconscious, with that huge grandfather clock of yours crashed over on top of her. Please secure it somehow. And do it right away!”
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