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Halloween is in the air.
My favorite feast.
Harvest apples, punpkins for the carving.
An apartment full of orange and green paper lanterns.
Ready for the chaos of a night of madness.
Mischeif night.
The dawn of a new year.
According to an old way I have definatly come to terms with.
Time to dawn the witchiness proudly.
Celebrating ancestors.
Grandmothers. Friends.
The Otherworld.
Let the veil of love be thin. Share the fun.
Dia de los meurtos.
Skulls and the macabre.
Candlenight vigil for All Saints.
Death of the Old Year.
Death of bad habits within ourself,
and enter the November of quiet winter coming solitude.
My favorite feast.
Harvest apples, punpkins for the carving.
An apartment full of orange and green paper lanterns.
Ready for the chaos of a night of madness.
Mischeif night.
The dawn of a new year.
According to an old way I have definatly come to terms with.
Time to dawn the witchiness proudly.
Celebrating ancestors.
Grandmothers. Friends.
The Otherworld.
Let the veil of love be thin. Share the fun.
Dia de los meurtos.
Skulls and the macabre.
Candlenight vigil for All Saints.
Death of the Old Year.
Death of bad habits within ourself,
and enter the November of quiet winter coming solitude.