Chapter 1 
In The Imaginary Land of One's Birth
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There were clearly (and I didn’t know this as I stood on the Earth all those years) phantoms and ghosts crisscrossing the planet the reason for which I couldn’t make clear. They would hover and then zoom down and disappear. I never saw any expressions but they had body like shapes. I laughed and remembered who had called it right on that score. Ah, they had been visited without knowing the reason for the visit. I had listened to a woman describe her molestation by the ghost with disdain and was partly sorry that I didn’t provide any comfort for her. It seemed so silly that a ghost could molest a living being.
     
 
  
 David Eide
 January 24, 2014
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