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Apr 2020
Ghost
prying their way back
into the world of the living
blurs in the dark
shadows blowing in the wind
insisting on getting back in
in my peripheral vision
I catch a glimpse
ghost have gathered
around my quiet place
more than usual
how many more
shall gather
I wonder
Traveler Tim
Traveler
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Traveler  62/M/Traverse City Mi.
(62/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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