Sometimes when I am in my back yard, which is my private little heaven, I think about all the people that have lived in my house before me, and all that will live here when I am gone. If I love it here this much, then so must they, and I wonder if right now I am a ghost to someone who can't quite see me because we are separated by the illusion of time. Like in the movie, The Others.Sometimes I wonder if someone is standing in my same space in some other dimension., going what was that sound? Did you here that? BOO.
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