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The Keeper of the Ghosts
Hair like lightning
Sprung from her head,
In her garden she chased
Spirits of the dead.
"The keeper of the ghosts!"
The townsfolk would cry,
And from foggy windows,
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A Golden Childhood
I existed as a precocious young girl who lived only in the context of her own mind.
I pranced over to the neighbor’s yard to gather rose petals for the fairies’ dresses,
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