Passing through this plane of existence...
Humans disturbing the Spirits' rest...
Through the door at The Mount ...
Edith Wharton walks into her summer home...
Why are these despicable humans trampling through my home...
I smell that most of them are not well...
It seems they're carrying a great sickness (COVID 19)...
Infecting each other with touching...
I survived the Spanish Flu of 1918...
This is much worse for them...
I think I will stay awhile to see what happens...
There's not much entertainment in the afterlife...
"Half the trouble in life is caused by pretending there isn't any."
~Edith Wharton
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