I liked to imagine spirits of the past whispering to you, talking to you all the time. You just can't hear them. This ghost whispers your name as you walk a forest trail on a moonless night. You turn and nothing is there.
I liked to imagine spirits of the past whispering to you, talking to you all the time. You just can't hear them. This ghost whispers your name as you walk a forest trail on a moonless night. You turn and nothing is there.
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