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Sometimes the quietest places are full of people.
As summer slips into autumn, I find myself attracted to the decayed and weathered beauty of old cemeteries and tombs. Mythologically fall is associated with the elderly Crone when the Earth begins to die before rebirth. Every fall I fight the urge to dress like an old woman. Am I Crone crazy, or is it an early case of Halloween fever!?
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