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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.
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2015
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February
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- Under Your Spell
- Night on the Dark Hill
- Issues
- A Bitter Drink
- The Murderous Horde
- Hallowe'en
- We Will Know It When We See It
- You Can Feel It From Here
- The Third Channel
- Circle of Pumpkins
- We Are Still Here
- Missing October
- Ms. Greenteeth
- Barn Snowman
- The Art of Robert Taverner
- Sinister Jack
- All Nighter
- Rotten Witches
- Trouble
- I Could Not Avert My Face From These Things
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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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2 comments:
So sad she became waterlogged and rotted away.
Perfect end for Ms Greenteeth.
She was a beauty to behold.
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