“The wind was a special wind this night, and the
darkness took on a special feel because it was All Hallows' Eve. Everything
seemed cut from soft black velvet or gold or orange velvet. Smoke panted up out
of a thousand chimneys like the plumes of funeral parades. From kitchen windows
drifted two pumpkin smells: gourds being cut, pies being baked.” —American
novelist, short-story writer, and screenwriter Ray Bradbury (1920-2012), The Halloween Tree (1972)
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