All Hallows Eve
The lingering warmth of the summer, the stillness and quite of a late night with not a breath of wind, the dark punctuated by the fog encased lamps. My yellow comforter under the stars, behind a hill, next to the woods, in the graveyard... sleep.
The lingering warmth of the summer, the stillness and quite of a late night with not a breath of wind, the dark punctuated by the fog encased lamps. My yellow comforter under the stars, behind a hill, next to the woods, in the graveyard... sleep.
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