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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
ABOUT
Halloween, poetry, photography, ambient music, my Halloween creations...and anything else I feel like.
About Me
- bean
- 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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5 comments:
I miss Halloween too. Wonderful picture and poem. - Kris
6 more months of sitting and rocking back and forth like a mad man (women)
The room smelled so strongly of toasted pumpkin.
I miss it too.
That scent was so wonderful.
I am missing it so much, too! Eternally my favourite and most treasured holiday, I quite literally count down the days until All Hallows is upon us once more each year.
Here's to hoping the time until next October flies as quickly as witch on her broomstick! :)
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