When night falls and the moon reaches its highest point in the sky, you know to expect the sound of footsteps walking through your house. To hear the wooden floorboards creak where there is no one to be seen.

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You can hear their voice, whisper quiet like a slight breeze. The moonlight slants across the room and there you see them. Their form taking shape under the moon’s light. Their eyes filled with love for you. The love never dwindling over the lives you’ve lived.