aphorism
Samhain approaches ... is a party that since the time of the pagans were celebrating until our great-grandparents, who put the pumpkins lit and done in a different way out on the windowsill, it is also offered something to mortis, especially food, is not a tradition Americans or Celtic properly but pagan! ... and with the air that accompanies me, always thin and crisp, apples and pomegranates sunset kissing in the dark, I am that I live in the beautiful day.
fairy creatures as if they were coming from this spell, I do.
not wait and wait and die in that moment when the evening of the thirty-one and just did not expect another bank, then get bored, eternity but I melting pot in the sun that rises, with or without desires, are already in that time as always, Block my thoughts for the moment as you know you do with sweetness, and it shapes your thoughts, but I will also be many places where magic is only an incarnation of affairs, even as the abstract alone, that does not suffer in itself, as the indifference that is not in me.
Maybe I look like a wave, which receives current festive this, and I become like a charm.
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