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		<title>Ghost in the Land of Skeletons &#124; Christopher Kennedy</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Ghost in the Land of Skeletons For Russell Edson If not for flesh’s pretty paint, we’re just a bunch of skeletons, working hard to deny the fact of bones. Teeth remind me that we die. That’s why I never smile, except when looking at a picture of a ghost, captured by a camera lens, in [&#8230;]]]></description>
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For Russell Edson<br />
<div id="attachment_1357" class="wp-caption alignleft" style="width: 460px"><img src="http://www.gatheringthestories.org/wp-content/uploads/2015/01/IMG_6446-450x450.jpg" alt="&#039;Ghost Train&#039; | © 2015 H a v e n" width="450" height="450" class="size-medium wp-image-1357" /><p class="wp-caption-text">&#8216;Ghost Train&#8217; | © 2015 H a v e n</p></div>If not for flesh’s pretty paint, we’re just a bunch of skeletons, working hard to deny the fact of bones. Teeth remind me that we die. That’s why I never smile, except when looking at a picture of a ghost, captured by a camera lens, in a book about the paranormal. When someone takes a picture of a spirit, it gives me hope. I admire the ones who refuse to go away. Lovers scorned and criminals burned. I love the dead little girl who plays in her yard, a spectral game of hide and seek. It’s the fact they don’t know they’re dead that appeals to me most. Like a man once said to me, Do you ever feel like you’re a ghost? Sure, I answered, every day. He laughed at that and disappeared. All I could think was he beat me to it.<br />
- Christopher Kennedy</p>
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