The ghosts of those who lived and moved about in this house, people named Philip and Maryann and Joann and Big Nanny are always present here and they offer peace and comfort to all who enter this house.
And the specters, shadows, and memories of young children named Lisa and Ashley and Helene and Vincent can be heard laughing and running about day and night.
For this house remains their preputial playground where worry does not exist and every day is a new adventure.
Let no one say that I live alone here because it's just not true. I share this family house with all of the adults and children who lived, laughed, loved, and played here.
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Author:
gpaphilly44 (
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- Category: Family
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