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Begin again. Learn to let go.
Ghosts haunted this place. Poison fog coated everything the ghosts didn’t haunt. It made being anywhere difficult. Still, I would remain.
Begin again.
The songs echoed out through the town. Ghosts from ages long gone. The spectre sang stories no one remembered. She sang out, beckoning, luring, hoping someone would play games again. Hoping someone would sing and dance till’ nothing was left.
Learn to let go.
I handed the tape to that stranger. A package to deliver. A message. This place was full of messages. Ghost stories of dreams that didn’t come true. This one story wasn’t from me. From a different person.
She would get it, I’m sure. Understand where it had come.
Let go.
I walked on, into the fog. Walked on alongside the ghosts.
