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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.
Blog Archive
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2013
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October
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- Happy Halloween
- Have You Got A Magnificent Problem?
- Our Halloween Table
- If Monsters Threw A Midnight Dance Party...
- Music I Hear In My Sleep
- Halloween Town Hall
- Pumpkins
- Little Ones
- Sometimes Violence Is Beautiful
- The Goon
- Untitled Poem
- The Beacon Of Winchester County
- Home
- In One Way Or Another, We Are All In Search Of The...
- Sit With Me For Awhile
- We Are All Haunted Houses
- Trudging Through
- Morning Meditations
- Winter Came Early
- The Damage We Do To Each Other
- The Tabernacle Of 2 a.m.
- Death Comes And Goes But Always Listens
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- It's A Long Walk Home
- The Failure Of The Future
- I Promise You, This Is Going To Hurt
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- In The Dimming
- Question In The Quiet
- We Have Always Lived Here
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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.
CONTACT
fallingblackbirds at gmail dot com
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