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When I was playing for my father I heard footsteps coming close. It is amazing the things people, although I don't know if I qualify as people, may hear. I realized it was headed closer and stopped playing. Then I saw my baby sister, but she was no longer the little girl that ran under our feet. It had not been that long since I had left but it was long enough for her to have grown up. She looked around for the noise and was mummbling to herself that she must be crazy. My mother arrived next to check on her. She told her that she had heard me playing just like when she was little. Mama said we all heard old family when other passed on. They came to guide the newly dead to thier new home. I wished I could go to thier new home sometimes.
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