Behind the plastic picket fence
Epitaphs that make no sense
When Sawhain rears its scabrous head
We rejoice that we’re not dead!
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The ancient Celtic name for harvest, the harvest of souls.
I told you I was sick
Festive Halloween decorations. Photo by Frederic John
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