The Merry Ghost

The Merry Ghost sees each of the townspeople, but no one sees him; or only a special, gifted few.  Now he has nothing to lose.  Gone is the bitterness, the injustice, the shortcomings, the anxieties. Certain souls might be sensitive enough to detect a transformation of the atmosphere in the places he happily haunts, traces of joy and merriment arising from his creative freedom, from acting as he was meant to act.  But whether they do or not is unimportant to him.  He does this for himself.  Just as it is for himself that the happy little phantom sings, “Peace at last..”

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