’Tis now the very witching time of night,
When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes out
Contagion to this world:
now could I drink hot blood,
And do such bitter business as the day
Would quake to look on.
TRICK or TREAT!
"This day's experience, set in order, none of it left ragged or lying about, all of it gathered in like treasure and finished with, set aside." –Alice Munro, "What is Remembered"
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