The thrill of the hunt pulls me in. There is nothing but solitude and sea as I stand tall and drool at the vast landscape of pebbles and stones and shells before me. This will be fun.
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Blessed Samhain
The veil thins and the spirits swirl, drenched in fog as fallen leaves curl. Plunging into the dark half of the year, Samhain begins and winter is near.
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The Ancient Magpie 