Friday, October 10, 2008
the winter cometh
After a busy summer, will the cold winter months fire my imagination? I have a few stories I need to polish, and a few begging to come out of my head.
I love crisp autumn, where dying leaves curl to the ground, and the moon is ripe and orange.
Hallowe'en is a time to talk to ancestors..they say the veil between the worlds is thinnest then.
Eat a pomegranate, light a candle and call to the dead.
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