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- October 8, 2001
A sprinkling of night frost dust the tops of the pretty punkins sitting in a row. Carved with faces both dark and mirthful, they are the greeters of the ghouls and goblins at the door. As the moonlight peeks beyond the shadows of the trees, the frost glistens silver, even as the breaths of air casts grey clouds in the night. As the scattering of tea lights, creat a contrast of cool warmth in the autumn nights, all the gremlins seek shelter amongst the warm hearths sipping at cups of hot cocoa. Night gives way to dawn, and the sinister faces on wee punkins fade away to reveal the jolly smiles small hands did draw. Transforming once again, only in the next moonlight. - inspired by conversation with Dame Judith (meshuggepup@cnz.com) |
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