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Forget the book and candle. The creaking comes with age. You know those rattling panes are taunted by branches left uncut by you in lazy summer. Do not lock the door and run. Ghosts are particular. Always with us, they thrive in three-ply boxes, and in packed suitcases. When you are ready, they are too. Tony Noon
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Jan 11, 2025
Jan 11, 2025 at 4:09 PM UTC
Particular Ghosts
Forget the book and candle. The creaking comes with age. You know those rattling panes are taunted by branches left uncut by you in lazy summer. Do not lock the door and run. Ghosts are particular. Always with us, they thrive in three-ply boxes, and in packed suitcases. When you are ready, they are too. Tony Noon
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Jan 11, 2025
Jan 11, 2025 at 4:09 PM UTC
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