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Dincolo de 4D
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Complete, First published Aug 14, 2015
Aceasta carte contine cateva crampeie, din experientele traite de mine in aproape un sfert de secol de activitate in domeniul paranormal.
  
  Sunt aici lucruri scrise probabil cu stangacie scriitoriceasca, dar cu sinceritate si din suflet si sper sa va foloseasca.
  
  Daca considerati ca ea, merita sa fie citita si de alti cunoscuti de-ai vostrii, as fi fericita sa o distribuiti mai departe, iar daca voi primi si calificative pozitive de la voi acest lucru ma va incuraja sa continui istorisirea...
  
  Lectura placuta!
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