The First Day Of School . . . And The Last.

So many colors that day.

I always loved the first day of school. It was so exciting to me. New people, new classrooms, new teachers, new subjects and new experiences.

I loved it, until. . .

I was different. I could see everyone’s aura. If they were near death their aura would be on the red spectrum which would mean that…



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Jo Ann Harris

Writing on Medium since 2018. Writer for Crow’s Feet, Family and Children, Illumination, About Me and others.I write about a myriad of subjects with you in mind