I’ve seen spirits throughout my life. The old man in the tree: I remember that autumn night; the cold air heavy with moisture, I remember being alone in an empty house looking out the glass patio door when, I noticed the old face created by the branches. It wasn’t out of the ordinary. I’ve seen spirits before.
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At Open the Vox, we write Comedy, talk about Spirituality and think up random musings about government, education, science, politics, technology, literature, movies, art, mysticism, the supernatural, etc.