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Pages From my Novel, ''Whisper on the Wind''
I cannot rightly name who or what the little ghost child was. I call it white because it usually appeared to me in cloud formation, vapors, and clean mountain fog, had the ability to change into smoke colored mist, sleet and snow, was wispy, opinionated, an echo in time, here then gone.
Perhaps it was simply a fairing from deep inside my young spirit to be a child forever, or perhaps it had to do with the likes of Alpha Rays, Beta rays, Gamma Rays, Beta Rays, Protons, Neutrons, and all that other Omega Science of which I don't profess to understand. For instance, how a few of the old hill women could pee standing up, and without getting their dresses wet. I once tried this as a child, and believe me it is one of theses things that calls for scientific study. Makes a person pause to ponder at the things seen through a glass darkly.
There are people that would say that the ghost child was no more than an angel, commissioned to be earthbound as a guardian to watch after and to protect the two tiny mortals, one of them being me.
I don't think so. I don't believe in carrying tales on God by giving every young child that dies a pair of wings while it is yet in it's mother's womb, then condemn it by clipping it;s wings and killing it for no other cause than to teach some foolish mortal a lesson. That is just a lame excuse to explain death because they do not have the discipline to control it.
Perhaps the two tiny mortals were commissioned to send their little friend into the light?
To be continued
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