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The wind kicks in stronger, branches clatter. Or maybe skeletons. Bones of abandonment. Ghosts that will never be.

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Ellen Hopkins
Age: 69
Born: 1955
Born: March 26
Novelist
Writer
Long Beach
California
Ellen Louise Hopkins
Never
Ghosts
Kicks
Branches
Ghost
Bones
Stronger
Clatter
Wind
Skeletons
Maybe
Abandonment

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