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~I lived on the coast, where the mountains met the sea. He would always say it was just like him and me: I, always washing in and out, and he, always crumbling. I met him in the second week of October, the rains hadn't started yet. I met him just as everything was dying around us, and this was a poet's love! Our most primal instinct was to make something in the face of this.~ October on the North Coast can best be described as the jar of ectoplasm cautiously guarded by the spectral huntress that extracted it. This, is a ghost story, above everything else. However, it is also a love story. With the immaculate essence of autumn in the Pacific Northwest circa 2012 this story is diffused in misty nostalgia inspired by songs like Holocene. Come to watch the phenomenon, but never carry the expectation that it has a chance of being understood.
Seeing a Ghost
