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Ghost By: Cassi Adamski
There the shadow was, Being caste by something that was not to be seen, It was a long narrow shadow by an old oak tree, The hair swaying in the wind made me think, This has to be real, But where was the person creating this mysterious shadow, The grass was wet with mildew while walking up to the tree, As you peek over and see a tall women by the tree. |