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Yes. This has happened a few times. Once, in a college library stacks, I heard my Grandma Mary's voice speak my name. She'd been dead since I was eight years old. I spooked me and I felt I needed to get out of there, so I left. A girl was assaulted in the stacks that night.

I tell myself it was just a coincident…

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Author, D. Denise Dianaty
Author, D. Denise Dianaty

Written by Author, D. Denise Dianaty

Artist, Poet, author, wife & mom May my epitaph be "She reflected love into the world."

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