...that country where it is always turning late in the year. That country where the hills are fog and the rivers are mist; where noons go quickly, dusks and twilights linger, and midnights stay. That country composed in the main of cellars, sub-cellars, coal-bins, closets, attics, and pantries faced away from the sun. That country whose people are autumn people, thinking only autumn thoughts. Whose people passing at night on the empty walks sound like rain...
-Ray Bradbury
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This blog features my Halloween inspired arts & crafts
4 comments:
So...that is what I heard calling my name? :)
Fantastic as usual!
Cheers!
creepy creepy
Cool things! I like them all!
Awesome job!
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