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The darkness of night becomes illuminated by the Jack O’ Lanterns grin.
There is a familiar chill in the air that dances on your skin,
a time of year when the cackle of witches and howl of wolves become kin.
The sugary sweet taste of treats galore that tickle the tastebuds on your tongue
and the spiced smell of baked pumpkin goods mean the season has begun!
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Josey Pickering
Autistic, non-binary, queer horror nerd with a lot to say.
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Nicely done.