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Thank you.  You have piqued: Thank you.  You have piqued my curiosity:  what kind of artifacts were found on that site? The house I described in this poem actually exists on a high ridge above the interstate highway that I have traveled, from time to time, to visit my old college.  Several times, my daughter, then a teenager, accompanied me in the evenings, and when we passed that house both of us found it disturbing.  Once, and just one, we saw one window illuminated, but, on all other times it was entirely dark.  Neither of us cared to find out more about it. In writing about it, I am well aware that Shirley Jackson's Haunting Of Hill House is still the final word, in prose, on desciptions of haunted houses; with, in my opinion, a very close second being Bly House in Henry James' tale, Turn Of The Screw.  And the horror writer Sarban (mentioned in the poem's dedication) was very good about describing haunted landscapes.  So I thought I would try my own in a poem. Thank you so much for visiting the poem, and commenting.

Do you know what became of: Do you know what became of Stella?

Like cutting with a dull: Like cutting with a dull blade, it is often far easier to separate than to sever. Sometimes, we are lucky that this is so.

Quite a tale: Do the dead know they are gone? Especially when we, ourselves, aren't even sure if they aren't still there. A capturing haunting.   Your introduction of this house and the way that certain ones locally take on a certain cultural significance (in one manner or another) reminds me of a town not terribly far from my neck of the woods, known as Red House. It was so-named, of course, due to a Red House that greeted eyes at the split in the "highway" of the era, letting an intending visitor know they had reached their exit. The house no longer exists, but someone did a low budget short documentary on it, and found some artifacts at the site.

I dearly miss you being here.: I dearly miss you being here. Your energy, your insight, your perspectives. An encourager, in addition to being an expander of edges - I thank you, and I hope you're out there in the world to eventually return. Most of all, I hope that where ever you are, the universe is keeping up with your passion for exploration, experience, voice and life.

And a band name was born.: And a band name was born.

Thank you kindly. I am: Thank you kindly. I am gladdened to hear that there is ointment to be had. Wasn't really sure how this would work out. So just run with the feeling and the words that accompanied it. Most grateful to your kind response.