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Ghosthunter Or Spiritualist You Decide

She gave a call at 6 am she needed my advice the little one she could not sleep his ghost was always there I packed my bag and went to her for VIP extole the sewing room is where he was ^. ^. but let me tell you why, When he was bad, yes very bad she used to lock him up and so it was that when he died he could not see the light I achored him with words of trust and soon the wind was riled and like a whirlwind throughing out , he passed the other side She slept all sound from that day on because he crossed the thresh there are some things in life you can't resolve with concrete touch He was a child of beaten path suffering from enclosure but when the medium gave consent the portal opened wide When all else fails to work, its time for Spirit Guide and know this world is a transient passerby a temporal place of qualm and if you disbelief you lose, the center of your calm I'd like to think there is much more then breath and earthly snore. October 5, 2018

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Date: 10/5/2018 7:07:00 AM
I think a mix of both. Some people have the power to calm the departed hanging over in limbo and send them happily to the other side. You wrote a convincing episode..best for a win, Pixie.
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