I know it’s a terrible picture of Aremid. He looks like he’s dying. But that’s what I captured when I felt like I was dying, and he hopped up and sat next to me in bed. With his eyes firmly closed, he looked like he was trying to send me some healing powers as if he were Yoda.
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