The breeze, the breath of God, is still, And the mist upon the hill Shadowy, shadowy, yet unbroken, Is a symbol and a token. How it hangs upon the trees, A mystery of mysteries!
No visits with the dead, no candy corn, no banshees wailing, no trick or treaters, no Stingy Jack, no bobbing for apples, no colcannon, no necco wafers, no bonfire ...
Did you get to see kids in costumes or eat candy or anything?
From: (Anonymous)
Can't even tell it's Samhain here ...
No visits with the dead, no candy corn, no banshees wailing, no trick or treaters, no Stingy Jack, no bobbing for apples, no colcannon, no necco wafers, no bonfire ...
Did you get to see kids in costumes or eat candy or anything?
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Re: Can't even tell it's Samhain here ...
mebbe you should go out and get yourself some necco.
: o p