The closer I get to death—merely by being on the other side of 50—the less amused I am by Hallowe’en, in a world consumed with real-life bloodshed and war. Cartoonish gore and dancing skeletons? No thanks. Go read a headline or two.
That doesn’t mean, however, that I don’t enjoy a good haunting. Especially one as life-affirming as this one, paradoxically…
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