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As the night darkens, the full moon peeks out from behind the gentle whisps of clouds. Lighting a path of silvery stars on the night of Samhain, the world takes on a different glow, as the veil separating two worlds shimmers and then fades away. As the young masquerade in ghouls and goblins, sharper eyes catch the shadows that gain form, on the short night that lies ahead. A brief ceili around a bonfire quickly sends us away - laughing out loud at our fears given form. Even as the jack-o-lanterns saunter in the distance, held by the headless Horseman once more, I remember the days long past where our fears were like the will-o-whisps, fading in the night. |
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