Sep 19, 2020
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What It’s Like To Be Slightly Psychic
Thrifty Words: Fear
Seeing a child’s spirit on the backyard swing set, pumping her legs in the wind, reaching her somewhat toes toward treetops.
Great Grandma Edna’s ghost, white bun tied proper, rising from a rocking chair to stroke my hair.
Seeing someone’s death in detail as it happened, yet I wasn’t there.
