pura vida...of course

There are ghosts here. Ghosts of lost time, lost souls, lost loves. But I suppose there are ghosts everywhere if one looks hard enough, plumbs the depths enough. I try not to because it does me no good, but they push through sometimes, catching me, probing me, searching for a way in. Fuck them I think, they'll not catch me. And they don't, not today anyway. I look around and all is beauty. Today I win.

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