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We could devote our lives to making sense of the odd, the inexplicable, the coincidental, but most of us don’t.
“I like you,� she said. She reached over and twirled a lock of my hair around her fingers. I blushed and looked down at the red sand. “Can I stay with you?� she asked. With my index finger I spelled out YES in the crimson sand. Next to that she wrote her name: NAAMAH.
From Wikipedia:
Naamah or Na'amah (Hebrew:Â × Ö·×¢Ö²×žÖ¸×”â€�; "pleasant") is a demon described in the Zohar, a foundational work of Jewish mysticism
