A waning moon illuminates the soft spoken loud message of the season. Skeletons decorate yards. The witches of the mythic fearsome ride brooms in the shadows of trees. Silhouettes of black cats stare at you from a window lit up by candles. Pumpkins on doorsteps not yet rotten. Dried leaves leave trees and land on
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