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Ghost, River, Shiver, Gaze, Wicked, Cold Someone stood by the river, I was glad I wasn’t going to be the only one, I was to come with my grandfather, But he had been unwell. I greeted the man, He only nodded in response, I gazed at him but he seemed oblivious to my scrutiny, He was busy with his net, A cold wave of unease washed through me. As I pushed my boat to the river, Suddenly the man offered me his net, I shook my head, His hand was still insistently stretched toward me, I looked into his eyes and saw a glimmer of kindness, I shivered as I took the net, I silently prayed that the spirits of my ancestors guide me. I thrust my boat further into the river and paddled to the centre, I looked in the direction of the man, He waved at me, I cast the net into the water And noticed a continuous ripple on the surface, I tried to pull out the net and noticed it was heavy, I summoned the strength of the spirits, The catch was sudden and massive, I glanced toward the direction where the stranger had been, He was no longer there, “He wasn’t a wicked ghost after all,” I thought with a smile, April 14, 2025.

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Date: 4/16/2025 11:40:00 AM
Hello Thompson Emate, How is the boy going to load the catch onto his boat,now that his load is too heavy? blessings my ffriend. /Darlene/
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Darlene De Beaulieu
Date: 4/20/2025 9:54:00 AM
Hell0 Thompson Emate, Oh I am glad that the weight of the fish was not too weighty. Happy Easter Thompson. My friend. Darlene
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Thompson Emate
Date: 4/19/2025 5:19:00 PM
The catch is not too weighty for his boat. Thank you, Darlene, for stopping by. I'm honoured.

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