Monday, October 09, 2006

chromotherapy

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According to the color patches I clicked on during a visit
to a chromotherapy site, this is the totally individualized reading for me
based on my color preferences:

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Your Desired Objective
Seeks success, stimulation, and a life full of experience. Wants to develop freely and to shake off the shackles of self-doubt, to win, and to live intensely. Likes contacts with others and is enthusiastic by nature. Receptive to anything new, modern, or intriguing; has many interests and wants to expand her fields of activity. Optimistic about the future.
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Gosh, I'd love for that to be true about everyone.



Oct 9, 2006 4:02:46 PM | fun

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