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Some people says that 11:11 in the clock is auspicious sign... 

It's the sign of Spirit presence.

When you see 11:11, your spirit might be contacting you from the spiritual world.

Or sometimes, that means your spirit is Guiding you into the right Path.

Let's find more in my story.Dominio público

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