When perusing the
subject of ghosts
I consider what
troubles me most
Being left in the lurch
Down the aisle of a church
Or to think of one reading my posts
Being left in the lurch
Down the aisle of a church
Or to think of one reading my posts
Favourite lady ghosts may feel free to look over my shoulder
just as long as they make a diligent effort to be recognised. And if they need
a tip, I recall from a misspent youth quite deeply involved with spiritualism (among
other things) that a familiar perfume is a favourite and easily learned recognition
device. (Several other ghosts have used it down the years, mostly men who smoked pipes.)
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