Heather Keith Freeman (jnanacandra) wrote,
Heather Keith Freeman

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Samhain twilight

The circle is prepared. The trees arch over my head, anticipating the coming ritual. Soon, the fire will be lit, and autumn's last blaze of glory will flicker and dance up to the stars.

I hear a rhythm begin, faintly, somberly, in the distance. The drums are calling. The veil between the worlds begins to part. The Wheel turns. Tonight, a new year begins. Tonight, tonight is Samhain.
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