Perception Isn’t Always Reality.

I saw a ghost by the well.

Where she’d come from only time could tell.

There on the ledge grasps the hand of man who had fallen to save the life of a friend.

No one had heard the widow cry.

Every town’s folk told the simple lie.

And with a deep breath she leaps down the long narrow steep

To become known as the ghost by the well.

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