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When mother nature makes her list
of dinner guests worth coming, she gives them each a heartfelt kiss to keep their tickers running. Her house, though humble, has no ghost, but more than enough to see and she would be an awful host if scientists agree to find out things that are not there, or see what is invisible, or make their ghosts from thinning air on theories uncontestable. She pities those that shut their eyes, or ignore the facts before them; her house can offer no surprise, to those who will ignore them. |
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