From Spooky Rhymes and Riddles (Lilian Moore, 1972)
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October Country
...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
-Ray Bradbury
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Halloween, poetry, photography, ambient music, my Halloween creations...and anything else I feel like.
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October
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- Happy Halloween
- Something Is There
- First of the Season
- You Bought The Ticket So Stop Complaining
- That Dude's F*cked
- Nine More Days Til Halloween
- Evening Stroll
- The Sound of Hauntedness
- Have You Seen the Ghost of John?
- It's the Simple Things
- Latest Poem
- Sunny Jack
- Spook
- Night Light
- Johnny Appleseed
- Strange Landscape
- In The Forest
- Welcome To Your Nightmare
- I'd Have to Go In
- Come In
- Clever Jack
- She's Witch, She's Witch, She's Witch
- Hello, October
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About Me
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- Born with Halloween & horror in the blood. Photographer. Writer. Maker of many things. Connoisseur of horror films, with over 25 years of viewing & education. ~All photos, writings, and artistic works done by yours truly across all my blogs are copyrighted to me. **It must be noted, I am former collaborator and wife of the Halloween artist Pumpkinrot. Collaborator: 2008 thru 2018, Wife: 2008 thru 2020.
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fallingblackbirds at gmail dot com
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1 comment:
That is awesome. Being a once again cats owner.. I'm refamiliarizing myself with the slinkity- style!
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