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Oct 2015
Ghostly shapes cut into soft orange flesh. Ghoulish faces leering out from the darkness. Images of tortured souls given life for a moment, as a pail glow of eerie light pierces the night from front porches. Specters return and haunt old places. People gather with painted faces. Telling stories to make your hair stand on end. Drinking spiced pumpkin juice and eating candy until nights end. Now comes the witching hour, when the old night must pass away. The candles have faded and the Jack o' lanterns are put away Until the coming of Halloween again visits our door. Then we shall carve out the Jack o' lantern once more.
James M Vines
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James M Vines  50/M/Atlanta Georgia
(50/M/Atlanta Georgia)   
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