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Candyfest and Everything
The spirit world is close, isn’t it? This strange, brown time of year with its foggy mornings and sideways twilight brings out the sad in some, but I, being one who can see the fairies, experience a different quiet. Through the desiccated stalks of goldenrod I see not only the discarded Dunkin’ Donuts coffee cups and empty Moxie cans of the semi-leafless landscape, but also flashes of totem animals and glimmers of sprites. I see pixies, hobgoblins and Eastern Sasquatch. I’m enchanted by them all, for I’m not afraid of witches.
As I sat down to write, it occurred to me that, like the summer, the vital part of my medium season is behind me. I’ve got big bags of posts and comments all quietly composting on the Medium servers. I turned over the pile to see if I could find anything about Halloween. I thrust my pitchfork into the stack and speared this monster:
I reread it and thought it was “bad”. I linked to it only because I’m certain you won’t read it. As I’ve said many times before, “people don’t read backwards on Medium.”
