Friday, February 27, 2026

Your Ghost Comments

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Since your passing, every living thing takes on your form
Smell of flowers, hum of bees, rain's showers, shade of trees, even the storm
A spider carefully weaves its web, a morning tide's ebb, you seen in each one
Breath in humid air, a whisper in a creaking stair, flecks of dust in the sun
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soren Barrett
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