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The crisp moonlight changes from milk white to a pale orange as the clouds part to reveal a round pumpkin in the heavens. I watch the flames of the bonfire, reflecting in the glow of the eyes that surround me -- a gleeful glance of those half-entranced, reveal nothing more to this night. As the flickers jump in a wild moondance, I can see the edge of the world between now and forever blur until there is nothing that separates us in this delicate waltz. Faster and faster, the wind swirls until the autumn leaves dance amongst the ghostly figures that gathered around us here. |
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