Three o'clock afternoon sun lists from south to west casting shadows in two directions . Puffy white cloud that swiftly float above through a blue tent of atmosphere cast shadows on not so old hemlock clap board . Maple trees are taking on their autumnal color . Preparing for all hollows eve , ghosts appear in translucent black oil forms . Realities co-habit making dual perceptions . Soon the ghosts will a dance macabe preform in celebration of remembrance that they two once lived here in this very very fine house . Nay these ghosts were the ones who built the dwelling . Having survived civil war their sum equals our today and will be realized all hollows eve . Flotsam and jetsam a cargo of yesterday siege hold of today and we shall humbly remember them and be thankful for all their battles and demons past . Reverberating echoes in the here and now neither east nor west , pierce chirping crickets and the hips of the last roses of a summer past .
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