There are ghosts everywhere. Not just the personal daemons that follow us around, reminding us of the “what ifs” and the “woulda beens.” But, the actions. The voices. The memories, lashed to us like noon-day shadows. The events that cause us to leave little bits of ourselves behind. And, what happens when so many pieces of a person are cumulated in a single area? Do they eventually move on? Can they move on? Or, do they become just another ghost, haunting the landscape of time?

It was the summer of 1955.

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