<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="yes"?><oembed><version><![CDATA[1.0]]></version><provider_name><![CDATA[Life, the Obstacle Course]]></provider_name><provider_url><![CDATA[https://lifetheobstaclecourse.wordpress.com]]></provider_url><author_name><![CDATA[taurusingemini]]></author_name><author_url><![CDATA[https://lifetheobstaclecourse.wordpress.com/author/taurusingemini/]]></author_url><title><![CDATA[Ghost Stories&#8230;]]></title><type><![CDATA[link]]></type><html><![CDATA[<p align="center"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:'Lucida Handwriting';"><span style="color:#000000;font-size:medium;">…not my book art.</span></span></p>
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<p align="center"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:'Lucida Handwriting';"><span style="color:#000000;font-size:medium;">There’s no one who’d died before her/his time, who was, brutally murdered, and wanted revenge on her/his own death, or those ships that were, carrying all those, precious cargoes, with the shipmates onboard, that accidentally, sailed into the biggest storm of the century and shipwrecked, with NO survivors either.</span></span></p>
<p align="center"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:'Lucida Handwriting';"><span style="color:#000000;font-size:medium;">Ghost stories, are stories of folks you knew, you’d heard of, the ones, whose existences were, barely, noticeable, those who’d not, mattered, to anybody else in the world, including the ones that they loved!</span></span></p>
<p align="center"><img src="https://i0.wp.com/cdn.obsidianportal.com/images/705843/60926.jpg" width="350" height="366" /><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:'Lucida Handwriting';"><span style="color:#000000;font-size:medium;">not my photograph.</span></span></p>
<p align="center"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:'Lucida Handwriting';"><span style="color:#000000;font-size:medium;">Ghost stories, I’d heard, so many since I was younger, and now, as everybody dies, I’m the only one who’s left, to pass on these tales of their hard hitting lives, and so, by telling ALL their stories to my audiences, I’d become, one of, the ghosts too, I suppose…</span></span></p>
<p align="center"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:'Lucida Handwriting';"><span style="color:#000000;font-size:medium;">Ghost stories, they’re NOT meant to scare you, they’re meant, to TEACH you something, to make you realize, that unless, you want to end up like those who’d died, you’ll, change your ways, N-O-W!!!</span></span></p>
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