It’s long ago enough now, that the Halloween celebrations of my youth have melded into one autumn-infused memory: It’s twilight, and the streets are hushed save for the scrape of dry leaves on cement. My siblings and I stretch costumes over our winter coats and the anticipation of candy has us giddy. Outside, the evening smells of campfires and candles and the innards of freshly carved pump...
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