In ghosts we trust #53

My father was the first dead person I’d touched and when I touched my dead father I realised it was the first time that I could remember ever touching my father and he was cold like our lives were cold but it was easy to hold his hand and shoot the breeze with his ghost because the dead lose power and inherit love.

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