... and prowled the sidewalks in invisible treads like unseen cats......
....anyone could see that the wind was a special wind this night...
... and the darkness took on a special feel because it was All Hallow's Eve ....
... everything seemed cut from soft black velvet or gold or orange velvet...
... smoke panted up out of a thousand chimneys like the plumes of funeral parades ....
... from kitchen windows drifted two pumpkin smells: gourds being cut, pies being baked."
- Ray Bradbury,
The Halloween Tree
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| "Halloween Girl" by Dan Brereton |
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