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Kayla We waited so long for when you'd be born, Never dreaming that when that day came we would mourn. So tiny, so small, and silently you sleep, While those who love you, look on you and weep, Born into heaven, not meant for this life, A perfect tiny angel, your loss cuts like a knife, But, little baby remember your parents too Their hearts ache, they so wanted you, We will weep a while longer, maybe sometimes inside For the beautiful girl that shouldn't have died We will always remember and never forget, Sleep well little Kayla, you are loved yet. Angela Smith May 12th 2005-05-12

Ghosts of the past Erik watched from the shadows as the bones from a long forgotten era were picked clean by the few indifferent people that had bothered to turn up for the auction. Box 5 was much smaller than he remembered it. It was strange how the passing of almost forty years could diminish things. Gone were the smells of beeswax and the gleam of gold and red. Everything was faded and tired much like him. In its place were ruin and the decay of a building that had long since given up the ghost. He smiled as he rarely did…it had been a ghost that had destroyed it. He brushed the leaves from the chair before he sat down to watch the aucti