COME BACK, I LOVE YOU [A GHOST STORY]             

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For awhile,

                        things typically unheard or unseen moved to the front,

                        the voices of even very tiny birds obvious and dear.

                        Death hovered and so demanded almost constant consideration.

 

                        That is when I sat down to write a book about who leaves and who returns

                        and the thin line between them.

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