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Now in the darkening of the year
The veil between the world wears thin
And those gone on ahead draw near.
In the hours of quiet remembrance
that the waning season brings,
We may feel their whispered presence
like the brush of a gentle wind.
Blessed Samhain!
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Under The Harvest Moon 