Paradise was always over there, a day's sail away.
~ J. Maarten Troost
- - - - -The spirits in the local cemetery didn't realize that their memories would disintegrate more quickly than their presence. They would arise each evening not sure where to go or whom to haunt. Fearing they would wander off and get lost on their way to something more exciting, they stayed within the fence of the graveyard.
And then one day Doris Williamston posted the sign for the fundraiser she put on each fall for the local Lutheran church.
She had no idea what she had done...
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