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That was it. No coordinates. No photo. Just a ghost. Searching for- Baby john in-

I left a piece of my own chocolate bar in the tin and buried it back under the beam. Some ruins deserve to stay ruins. But some ghosts deserve to know they weren’t forgotten. My current madness has a name:

I found a punchline to a very old, very quiet joke. Baby John wasn’t lost. He was waiting. And seventy years later, someone finally showed up for his bread. Searching for- Baby john in-