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Posted by jan oskar hansen on July 7, 2010 at 11:28 AM

The Past

I live in a cottage that is 350 years old, wish I could have seen a ghost,

because I believe they exist. When I moved in here part of it had been

a stable and on warm nights I can still smell hey and the mule that lived

in what is now my living room . When I first came here ancient voices

emitted from the walls, people who had lived her before had toiled

the soil and lived in poverty. One cannot erase the history of past

generations where people had lived, even if their physical bodies are

no longer here but their souls remain and speak to us if we care to listen.

The cottage seemed content that someone had moved in, no house likes

to be abandoned. New roof, plastered wall voices subsided and waned

altogether, yet on this hot night I do hear sighs, smell the mules sweat.

Is it my imagination only if I see the contour of the animal and see a man

stroking its head? And talking softly.

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