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It is fall again, that time of year when the veil between realms thins, and the dead rise from the depths of their graves, to roam our world, and torment the living. It's the time of year, when children fear, the monster in the closet, and the boogeyman under the bed. It's the time of year, when werewolves howl at the full moon, deep within the dark woods. Fall is here, and with it comes the time for the dearly departed to resurrect, and share the world with the living.
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Sep 30, 2016
Sep 30, 2016 at 10:43 PM UTC
Samhain
It is fall again, that time of year when the veil between realms thins, and the dead rise from the depths of their graves, to roam our world, and torment the living. It's the time of year, when children fear, the monster in the closet, and the boogeyman under the bed. It's the time of year, when werewolves howl at the full moon, deep within the dark woods. Fall is here, and with it comes the time for the dearly departed to resurrect, and share the world with the living.
haeneh
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Sep 30, 2016
Sep 30, 2016 at 10:43 PM UTC
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