It was the night,
whence two worlds collide.
Samhain.
When spirits cross into our realm,
Causing mischief,
Spreading lies.
Why else would this be the night
Children dress like them?
To blend in, of course,
And the question asked at every door?
A trick, or a treat?
all spirits must answer honestly,
and so, if malice is intended,
you will have warning.
winter's coming on fast —
better chop enough wood.
pluck the last fruits of the harvest —
then say goodnight to the garden,
resting under a blanket of leaves and love.
In the vet's office.
My bunny, sedated.
They are coming soon with the second shot.
She had a good life. I hope she finds peace.
I'm going to miss her so much.
I love you, Whisper. I'm sorry.
Do you think people 100 years ago, in rural Vermont, looked up at the sky, at the milky way, the moon and all the stars? Do you think they marveled at them, and taught their children the constellations?
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