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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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- I Believe It's Magic
- Jack and the Witch
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- We Should Stay Home
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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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5 comments:
Are there really places like this that exist anymore...Can I come too? I'll be quiet.
Ok. But only if you bring coffee. :)
There's a place in St. Pete called Haslam's like this. So cool. you can get lost in there for hours. They have cats that roam around the store, and reported to be haunted!
Willow Cove, that sounds dreamy...books n kitty cats n ghosts. Loves it.
Coffee? That goes without saying! The smell of old books and wood... coffee is the only appropriate drink. Thanks for letting me tag along!
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