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So, my house has several ghosts in it. One of them is a woman in her mid-20's.
I was curled up in my bed, ready to go to sleep, when I felt something extremely cold.
I look up, and the ghost is rubbing my back. I have never screamed so loud in my entire life.
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ΣΑΙ (Vita brevis, ars longa.)
"Part of an artist's job is to affirm life."
"To speak the words that build, that bless and comfort,/To play the harpstrings of loving kindness, tolerance, appreciation, and genuine gratitude..."
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