Oct 2015
One shouldn't hound a ghost to come back alive.
Roam until you find your place of rest, wherever that may be.
Know that my sΓ©ances are echoes from wells of grief.
Roam until you find your place of rest, wherever that may be.
Know that my sΓ©ances are echoes from wells of grief.
Written by
Celia Laurine
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