The autumn wind blows numbing cold and twilight paints the evening indigo.
The orange carved pumpkin sits on the windowsill, grinning like the moon’s strange cousin, and its teeth are flames.
Don’t be afraid.
You carry our own heat inside you, and it is stronger than anything.
In the closing darkness, radiate the sunflower-golden warmth and put the Jack-o’-Lantern to shame . . .
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