`Your special place is a secret garden," says Sarah, her eyes half closed. "I can see you sitting there under a tree, holding a leaf. Your colours are moss green, antique gold and dusky pink." A change comes over her - she appears to see me in a new light. "Your special animal is a doe, a gentle deer..." she gasps.
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