365: 2012/04/11 - I am not a ghost

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    Listening to Atlanta about a farm in Michigan.

    1. Static_Eddie 25 months ago | reply

      Are you sure? I really like ghost stories...

    2. Foxtongue 25 months ago | reply

      Once upon a time, before the invention of touch but long after writing, there was a voice on the wind that spoke to a boy and the voice sounded like the petals of a rose unfolding. "I offer you a wish", said the voice. "What is the price?" asked the boy. The voice came closer, with a rustle like red feathers. "You must remember that I am real, even when it will make you unhappy." The boy stood and thought, his face as serious as his face could be, then said, "That is a fair price. I will accept your wish." And then there was a flash and he flew away.

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