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At five years old she asked me this. There was an old black
and white portrait on the wall. She pointed to the woman;
with her lips glued tightly together, with her hair pulling
back the wrinkles of her face, with her dress up to her chin,
and with her eyes that always seemed as if they moved;
watching you as you crossed the room.
She told the most amazing stories. I wish that there would
have been video cameras in those days, so I could hear her
voice again and see her face. She used to tell the most
enthralling ghost stories. They would send shivers down
your spine; brrrrr. There was nothing in the world like
them.
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