Labels:text | screenshot | display | font | software OCR: Sheet 1 of 4 "The Word #3" - September 1994 GHOST STORY It happened while the fever had me in its hard, cold, vice-like grip. I was vaguely aware of My surroundings, and the hot, dry air was seeping into My lungs. I could hear the people who were nearby, trying to coax the life back into Me by pumping all sorts of noxious fluids into My veins, the calloused hands on My brow, Mopping away my lifes essence. It was then that I became aware of a presence close by Me, although 'it' didn't feel quite right. I could feel a different sort of heat being radiated towards where my head was supposed to be. A warm constant glow, almost like an energy surging through to My bones, right through to the marrow itself. A bit like walking into the blazing suns rays on a cool day, but this was far more beautiful than that of our Earthly sun. It was pure. Unblemished. Unspoilt, and life-giving. TaIn Music
