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November Reigns,...




It’s sweet November and her ghosts lie quietly there. 
I think I love November most of all. 
I said that about September too so it must be true. 




“In the chilly season, when the air grows cold and the spiders die, comes a thin time. The days are short, so all the light of them is concentrated, squeezed between the dawn and dark.  This is why the light is different, and each thing has a Shadow. This is when the other worlds draw close, and the barriers between grow thin.  In a thin time, they say, you must be careful, because you might walk through a cobweb unthinking, and find yourself Elsewhere.” 


~ Master Raymond (dg)


 

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