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* * * * (5:30 PM) enchanted by chimes singing on a porch of a cornerstreet house - they drew me in near - stopped to record the sonic transmissions - felt an otherworldly presence of sorts from the sidewalk vantage point - could of possibly heard a faint voice calling out in despair somewhere in the Aether - it froze me still for some time - i turn to go & just then see a ghost boxer through the basement window, the lightbulb dangling, he the ghost boxer punching at a speed bag punching bag - my exposed hand felt the bite of the winter nite, a deep pain to the skeletals of my hand bone - left the scene & criss crossed with two angels making their way through the whitewash snowscape -