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Ghosts

The day she died she had awoken to constant pain. She lay in bed, unable to move or speak, but her eyes told what her words could not. I kissed her on her forehead and told her if she was ready to go, that she should go on, because I knew she was hurtin' and it was making me hurt, too. I told her that even though there were some spirits in the world, there weren't very many, so wherever we go when we die must be pretty nice, 'cause most folks seem to prefer it.

7:23 p.m. - 2012-07-08

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