As
the last harvest's almost gathered in and the light of the day grows
ever shorter, the veil thins. It's a time to take stock, to look back,
to count our blessings and to remember those who've gone before. It's a
time to be grateful, to give thanks. I hope the fates have been gentle
to you this difficult year, that your harvests are what you'd desired
and your metaphorical barn (and physical one, for that) is full to the
rafters. As darkness's reign begins we'll dream our dreams of spring.
Samhain blessings y'all. x
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